Dear Winter

Dear Winter,

I think it is time for you to hibernate. My toes just want to wiggle in flip-flops instead of being stuck in my Uggs all day. My hands want to swing freely by my sides as I walk outside instead of being stuffed in my pockets and mittens. Although it was fun at first to see my breath, it's long lost its novelty.

Wouldn't you love to play hard to get? Go away for a long, long time and then we will miss you and beg for you to come back.

Best,
Lauren