An Open Letter To Winter

Dear Winter -

Thanks for showing up and making Christmas white and all but seriously....
enough.
I can't wear anything pretty and all of my beautiful boots have salt on them. My car has salt on it, my coat has salt on it. I desperately miss grass and birds and trees and have been forced into the tanning booth to get some Vitamin D. If I get skin cancer I will blame you Winter.
So anyway, no offense but can you please go away?

caitlin