Dear Spring

Dear Spring,

I miss you.

I miss the smell of your flowers.

I miss your warm breeze.

I miss all your shades of green.

I thought you had decided to come early, but apparently it was just for a short visit.  During your tease, I was able to wear free, flowing dresses and sandals...

Now I have to go back to those awful, smothering clothes of winter. My poor toes are once again imprisoned.

Please come back soon.

Love,

Lizzie