Dear Winter,

March should be a Post Script. Not a whole new letter.

As pretty as it is, this is a November to January thing.

Though those who are in the South are getting feet. We finally managed a half footer! My son and brother have shoveled several times today.

I brightened my day with

Half a peacock!

Anyway, I played along with your tardy snow. Come back in late October.

Yours Truly,

Human