A Letter to Winter

I live in Tenerife, one of seven islands in an archipelago off the coast of North Africa. So, as you can imagine, I don't see a lot of cold. This is an open letter to Winter, my favourite season.

Good evening, Winter. I say good evening as opposed to good afternoon or morning because it always seems to be evening when you're around, doesn't it? Not that I'm complaining, in fact, I'd welcome a bit of cold and dark right now. You see, Winter, where I live we don't see you around much. I live on an island known for long stretches of white sand and a sapphire coloured sea. But don't feel unwanted, Winter! I personally think you are the most beautiful of seasons. You, with your bitter winds that nibble the end of my nose and the tips of my ears; your grey white skies that span for miles around, always with the tantalising smell of snow in the air. I suppose what I'm trying to say, Winter, is that I miss you. I miss the crystalline icicles hanging off the roof of my house and waking up in the morning to frost creeping over the ground. I don't suppose you miss me, you have too much work on your hands right now, blasting away the last few golden leaves of Autumn and setting the scene for Christmas. It's been two or three years now since we were last acquainted, do you remember? You froze over the lake in the Country Park and made me slip and bang my elbow! I forgive you, you were just doing your job. I've held you up for long enough, Winter, I should let you get back to work. I hope I see you soon, you truly are the most striking and memorable of the seasons.

Yours truly,

Dani

 

Author's Note

My grammar and sentence structure is lacking, I'd greatly appreciate a few pointers!