harsens_rob (harsens_rob) wrote,
harsens_rob
harsens_rob

Views from the island




Dear Snow,

  I hate you. I've always hated you. I don't know why I ever thought you were anything but a giant pain in the ass. In fact, all of those times when I exclaimed how pretty and peaceful you made everything? I was totally faking it.

  And all of those times I lifted my face into you for your gentle feather kisses, or those hard, pelting ones that left me feeling like I was going to be bruised all over my skin? I was thinking of a tropical beach the whole time!

  I am done with you. I'm beyond done. You don't love me... you're smothering me. You demand and demand and demand, and threaten to bury me alive in your 'love' if I don't spend more and more time with you. You don't know what love is! You won't leave me a moment's peace to myself... always demanding that I go out and shovel a little more! Well, damn it, I'm tired! I don't want to spend any more time with you, around you... I don't even want you to drift by over my neighborhood. Stop stalking me! 

  It's you that makes me wonder if the planet heating a few more degree would be all bad. Of course it would be bad! But you make it seem almost desirable. Go bother the ski states... hell, go bother Northern Michigan... they have mountains, they love you. But I don't. In fact, you leave me seething with resentment. I want a divorce! I'm taking the house and the island, you can take your drifting, sitting around, worthless ass elsewhere.

  I can't even look at you anymore. Oh, and white? It's a boring color, too.


Never really yours,


Rob







Tags: harsens island, weather
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