truckerbill

Dear Winter Blues,
You've been hanging over me for the past month, and now it's time to go. I haven't seen a sunrise in ages, I sleep until noon every day, and everyone I meet you seem to have installed a delightful (sarcasm) cold heart into.

I'm ready to smile all day like I always have. And not spend time having a thought or two be of times I've fallen.

Your enemy,
Trucker Bill.
P.S. When you do leave, be gone forever.