Dear Snow,
I love you. I do. I just don’t know what to do with you yet.
I got home from Costa Rica to plenty of you.
I didn’t even own a snow shovel until yesterday.
Interestingly, I apparently wasn’t alone in that: St. Louis was all sold out. I had to go to Illinois to find one.
I waited too long, though. You had morphed to ice in many places.
This was the best I could do.
Now I know why people have heart attacks shoveling snow.
Anyway, I’m better prepared for next time.
Hope to see you again soon!
Your friend,
Beth
*Yes, that’s a Foreigner nod.
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