Winter is so gloomy and dark. Gray clouds. The wind and the forecast of snow get me down.

Snow may be pretty if you live in the mountains or on a farm, a picture perfect Norman Rockwell portrait, but if you’re a city boy and you have to shovel your way out the door it’s no picnic in the park.

Snow in the city gets black and grimy almost as soon as it hits the ground and becomes the color of the street.

Snowmen where I came from didn’t stay as freshly white as Frosty, but became dirty moments after being assembled.

So hurry up Winter and make haste to be over, Spring is around the corner, the flowers and fresh air, the blue sky awaits, my mood will change and the gray clouds hanging over me will drift away, till the dreaded Winters return.