You are relentless, you are tiresome and have long overstayed your welcome. You should be gone by now but here you are, lingering. You have grown wearisome. Your purpose has come and gone. Christmas decorations are down, snowmen have melted and hot chocolate swirls in my gut. Kids have flushed ice cubs and worn pajamas inside out for the wish of snow. Kids now sigh with acceptance at the announcement of more snow. Get it? Even kids are done with snow. This recent snow you pushed unto Spring came with barely a nod of acknowledgement, from the kids! Am I getting through to you? You must release your hold on Spring and let her breathe and shine.