I live in New York and for the past two weeks, I haven’t seen the surface of my sidewalk. The snow is piling high up outside of my home and the world that I know is covered in white (or grey, depending on how long the snow has been stepped on, or yellow, depending on dog walking schedules). So I looked forward to . . . correction, I longed for February 2nd to come along, hoping that a little furry groundhog would poke its head out and give me the good news. I was hoping to have visions of roses in bloom, the smell of freshly cut green grass and the warmth of balmy, sunny days. But alas, Phil did no such thing! Instead, he broke my heart. How could it be? Six more weeks of winter!!! I thought we were friends, Phil. I thought we had something going, you and I. I thought we had, at least, an understanding. It was so simple, really. You wouldn’t see your shadow and spring would come early. It was supposed to be a win-win situation here. But instead, I’m left looking forward to temperatures below freezing, endless days of snow and hats, scarfs and silly mittens.
I hope we can get passed this, Phil. I suppose I can learn to forgive you. Who knows? Maybe, in time, we can be friends, once again.
Until then, all I can do is cry out “Why???”