Oh, lovely winter, how I adore you. I am infatuated with the way you creep up out of nowhere and bite my toes. Between us both, you completely surprised my nose; he didn’t expect to lose all feelings so suddenly. Winter, you fascinate me with how you persuade a claustrophobic being to wear socks, and enjoy it. The mystery of how 45 degrees was okay for shorts, inside my home, but how 35 degrees has brought me to my knees — freezing. Here I write you, dearest winter, with two blankets, slippers/socks, sweat pants, a t-shirt, and a hoodie; the truth is I’m thinking you’re just moody. Oh, but don’t get me wrong, I enjoy you all season long, for you are my absolute favorite of them all.