Sunday, 6 February 2011

Letters to Winterlude

Dear new skates,
Are you sure you're skates? You don't hurt my toes. Or my heels. You don't make me fall over! A feat(/feet) I thought was impossible! You are the best skates ever. I am so glad we got the chance to meet and hang out.
Love, -me
Dear Killaloe Sunrise,
It's been awhile. Probably 10+ years and if possible, you taste even better than I remember! You are by far the best Beavertail out there.
Hungrily, - me
Dear nephew who is just learning to skate,
You are pretty awesome. Next year I bet I won't be able to keep up to you!!
Hugs, Aunt J.

Dear canal,
You may not be the longest skating rink anymore, but you still rock. Keep it up!

Dear ridiculously big cowl,
You are ridiculously big. Mammothly big! But you keep me nice and warm, and for that I thank you!
Thanks! -me.
Dear cold virus,
It's not that I don't like you, it's just that... ... ... Okay. I'll admit it. I don't like you. I don't like the coughing, sneezing, or 11hours of sleep a night I've been getting under your horrible dictatorship. But I skated on the canal today even with you hanging around, so take that. Now virus, if you would be so kind as to vacate it would be much appreciated.
I am, yours sincerely, -me.