Loving winter has really become an abusive relationship. Who would stay in a relationship with someone who runs hot and cold, shows up late, leaves early, slaps you around, is constantly failing to deliver what's promised or live up to expectations? And yet we keep hoping it will change, that the magic will come back. Maybe things will be like they used to be.
You're so lukewarm...it's like you're not even trying anymore.
You hang around with that hussy Colorado. I hate you! I hate you! Please come back!
I can't leave. Where would I go? What would I do?
Irrational, isn't it? But it's all we know.