Oh Winter

How I am so sick of thee.
Of the constant snow.
One to three inches here.
Three to four inches there.
Congratulations by the way on achieving the snowiest winter ever (and it's only January).
Of how everything is covered in white and gray.
Of how all color has been sucked out of everywhere.
Of how everything under foot is slushy and wet.
Of how a quick errand becomes a huge production, because all the side streets are never fully plowed.
Of how my skin is void of moisture.
Of how I can't go outside without numerous layers.
Oh Winter
You can't leave soon enough.