Articles of Surender
Dear Winter,
I hereby give up. You win. You’ve proved you’re tougher than I am. You’re more intimidating and cruel than me. You’ve chilled me, frightened me, disoriented me, enraged me, knocked me on my butt, and made me cry.
But this morning—this morning—you broke me.
I have nothing left.
I don’t remember what summer feels like.
I can’t deal with one more snow-snarled commute.
So, Winter, take what you want. You have conquered. Take your spoils. Flaunt your victory.
AND THEN GET THE @!*# OUT OF HERE.
Heidi said,
March 28, 2008 @ 5:17 am
Wow. You took the words right out of my mouth. Thank you. That last line caught me off guard but really sums up my feelings well.
Jesse C said,
March 28, 2008 @ 2:59 pm
I didn’t believe in time travel, until yesterday morning when I found myself back in January.
april said,
March 31, 2008 @ 2:39 am
Amen.
I absolutely just about died when my cousin from AZ emailed me and said she was freezing. It was 70 degrees there! It almost damaged our relationship.
This is Kate, in case you were wondering.