The One Where It's Best When It's Nearly Melted.

Dear Lover,

I don't know what it is about this time of year.

It goes against all reason.

But when the weather begins to bite.

To frost and whip and shudder.

All I want to do is turn up the heat.

Grab a pair of wool socks.

Snuggle beneath three or four blankets.

And eat a bowl of ice cream before I go to bed.

Love,

Me.