An Open Letter To The Snow

Dear Snow,

Man, it was great seeing you again. I feel like it’s been a year since we last saw one another.

It was really good getting to see you more than last year though. Last year, you made a short appearance, since I was living on the coast and you’re not a big fan of the ocean. This year, you made your presence known and decided to be more open. As a result, I feel like I know you better, and it’s like we’re getting to be good friends.

Your extra-white sheen and quiet demeanor really brings new meaning to the whole “seen, not heard” mentality. The only way I knew you had come to visit was looking out my window and seeing your blaring bright white color staring back at me.

Honestly, I wish you would’ve visited sooner. December was a great month, and I wish you could’ve been there to see it.

Buddy, I do have a bone to pick with you though. I say this with all the love in my heart.

While I enjoy having you visit, and I really do like spending time with you, you have a really bad habit of sticking around far too long. You kinda overstay your welcome.

That was really hard to write, lemme tell you. You help us out, you really do. When you come to visit, the fact that you showed up means that mosquitos and annoying bugs won’t be as abundant in the summer. I don’t hate that. At all.

But, if you stick around too long, that pretty much means we can’t go anywhere. You know us Southerners. We can’t handle snow. We flip out when one flake falls.

We’ve kinda brought that upon ourselves. We get so mad when you want to hang out, kinda like the older brother who pushes his little brother off with so much disdain and frustration. So, this is your way of getting back at us. We deserve it.

We only really need you around for a couple of days so we can get our catching-up out of the way and let you get on your merry way.

I’ll keep it short. I know you’re busy. I know you have to get traveling to Canada or something like that.

But, from bro to bro, I would really appreciate it if you would move on. I love seeing you, but we don’t know how to handle you.

Sincerely,
Jacob

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