I sit snuggled on the couch watching the weather outside. The dog is curled up next to me on the couch. As I watch the cold rain pelt the outside of the window I witness a miraculous change. Drop by drop the rain is transforming into fat fluffy snowflakes. It seems like winter wants to stick around or at least make a good showing before it’s too late. Suddenly this conversation floats into my head and just as quickly as those glistening snowflakes began to fall my slice emerges from my fingertips.
Spring was shoved out of the way as Winter said, “Wait! I’m not done yet! Did I look like I was finished? Because I wasn’t. Hello!”
I picture winter as a somewhat rude valley girl type, but maybe older, more gray hair at least.
“I mean seriously people. You do not know what it is like being me. I deserve a fair shot. I get my months just like everyone else.”
She puts her hands on her hips and flips her long grey and white ponytail.
She scrunches up her nose.
“Oh spring….” she mimics. “Every one loves Spring. I’m Spring and I’m so great,” She continues in a smarmy voice.
She flings her hands in the air. Little beads of ice start to form on her forehead.
“Summer, summer you’re so fabulous. Autumn, you’re so wonderful with your colorful leaves and spiced apple cider.”
Her voice is slowly rising and frosty sparks are beginning to shoot out of her mouth.
“Listen up, I will Blizzard….Blizzard you hear me!”
She’s becoming quite shrill. A crazed look in her eyes, flared nostrils. A bit unhinged really.
I watch the delicate flakes blow back and forth mixing with the rain and decide to check the weather. It’s supposed to be in the high 40’s tomorrow. Sorry Winter. The lady doth protest too much, methinks.