An open letter

Dear Snow,

Hello again. I see you made yourself comfortable outside while I was sleeping last night. I do appreciate that you resisted the temptation to bombard us with oodles of snow, as predicted, and settled for a light dusting instead. I also want to thank you for giving us many weeks of unseasonably warm weather.

But now you are here and you’ll probably be sticking around until late May. So I suppose I should start making my peace with you. I should accept that I live in a place notorious for brutal winters; that my Arizona blood better thicken up, or at least bundle up.

Don’t get me wrong, Snow. I still have bitter feelings toward you. I would rather be poolside. I would rather be on a beach. I would rather be wearing open-toed wedges and a breezy skirt. I would rather be wiping the perspiration off my forehead than covering it with a wool cap.

You cause accidents. You cause power outages. You cause traffic delays and outfit anxiety. You ruin outdoor events. You make life complicated, not to mention cold.

But when I first woke up and saw your soft blanket beyond my back door, I thought, “You’re beautiful.”

Sincerely,
Mrs. Dub