I officially have a love/hate relationship with old man winter (don’t judge me). When I was younger our relationship was so strong, I thought it was unbreakable and that it would last forever. As I get older I’m starting to doubt what attracted me to winter in the first place. In the beginning, winter was more fun than any of the other seasons; there was rarely a dull moment with winter. Snow forts, snowball fights, and unsuspectingly pushing people into the snow. It was a blast! My favorite season!

Now the older ‘me’ is starting to take over. Winter just doesn’t do it for me any more. It’s too much to keep up with. Winter is still the same, fun, unpredictable, loveable season, but I’m just growing old of its games. I’ve gotten more mature, and I just don’t have time to spend on winter anymore, it’s really just becoming a big hassle.

The thing that’s really so heartbreaking about the whole ordeal is that winter keeps trying to win me back. It’s fighting for my attention, and I respect that, but I can’t give in. For example, I’m walking down the icy sidewalk, coming to work this morning, and I slip and almost fall into the freshly fallen snow. Winter is basically saying “Come on, dive back in, remember how you would just run and jump right into my snow? It was so much fun, just give me another chance!”

“No winter, I’m older now. That ‘playing in snow’ is a young persons game, I have to go to work so I can pay the bills, which thanks to you get jacked up in the winter because of how cold you are. You bitch!” I cried, my tears almost frozen.

“How dare you call me a bitch!?!? I’ll show you how cold and bitter I can actually be!” Winter now yelling at me, visibly frustrated.

“Wait, I’m sorry winter, I didn’t mean it. It’s just that I have to go back to work after a four-day weekend, and I got no sleep, and all you keep trying to do is seduce me. It’s starting to get annoying.” I said, now, trying to soothe winter. I never meant to take it as far as I did.

“Well I’m sorry, but I just can’t stop thinking about how good the old days were. We used to be so frisky, there was a spark and you can’t deny that. So what do you say? Do you want to have a little ‘fun’, just one last time?” Winter says seducing-ly, with a longing in it’s eyes.

Well, long story short, winter and I made up, and then some, but I was late for work (yet again) because I had to go back home to change out of my wet pants.