Dear New England Winter,

Get your shit together and remember who you are! You are 4 feet of snow in one night, you are frosted windows, you are unrecognizable cars, hours of shoveling, crazy plow drivers with ice coffee, snow days, cold days, black ice, frozen pipes...you are a goddamn force to be reckoned with. You remind New Englanders that we are of hearty stock, you bring people together in the hatred of shoveling their walk ways. You are the most strange and beautiful of all the seasons, you quite our loud lives with a blanket of pure white, perfectly unique, precipitation. So my darling New England Winter please come back to me.

Love,
Emma