I am ready for winter to be over.

This grey, cold, windy and miserable time of year is making me depressed.

I want a bit of green, a small breeze, and a chance to wear a dress if I want.

I want to take a deep breath and not choke on the little knives of cold getting into my nasal cavities.

I want to be able to kiss someone's cheek and not smell the cold on them. (Or menthol for that matter.)

Arg. Now I know why people living in Siberia are more likely to kill themselves.