How much longer before I can lose the bulky coats and jackets? The long sleeves and turtlenecks? How long before I can crawl back into flip flops and tank tops and sit out in the dark all night long? I want to blow dandelion seeds into the breeze, pick petals to the ancient chant of "he loves me, he loves me not" and smell freshly mown grass on the weekends. I want to feel the hot sun on my face, and smell coconutty sunblock on my skin while I dip my bare toes into a cool lake. I want to smell charcoal burning, and meat sizzling on an outdoor grill. Give me back my longer days and warm summer nights. Begone, winter. I'm not fond of you anyway.