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“Hello,
Winter? Psst, it’s your old friend Spring here… how’s it going? Listen, I know
you’ve had a hell of a season, flexing your muscles and making your presence
known up and down the East Coast.
But man,
we’re over it… really over it. The cold water, the endless precipitation, the
gloomy skies. Stick a fork in us, because we’re done.
The people
are clamoring for Spring, man — haven’t you heard? No more snow
shoveling, no more sub-freezing temperatures, no more black ice on the roads. I
know, I know, you’ve been delivering swell for three months straight now, but
I’m pretty good at that too. Late-season cold fronts? Complex low-pressure
systems? I can hack it, Winter. I promise.
Just gimme a
chance to do my thing — you’ll see. Sun’s out, guns out, as they say.
Aren’t you ready for a golden bronze and girls in bikinis, Winter? You’ve gotta
be after your umpteenth Arctic blast. Loosen up. Take off your coat. Get some
Vitamin D.
You’ll like
it. I promise.
Love,
Spring.”
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