A Letter to Falling Frozen Precipitation

Dear Snow,

Greetings! It has been some time since we last met. I do believe you were in the final stages of death, and my merciless boots aided in your demise. What can I say? After you've been around for a couple of months, I get quite sick of you.

Anyways, seeing as it has been so long since we last hung out, I have no problem with your current presence. Just know that you should really learn the social signals given to you when it is time for you to leave. You're like a poor uncle, pillaging the coffers my parents worked so hard to fill for us children. You're welcome to come, but you're even more welcome to leave.

Sincerely yours,
blog.alan.schram