Hope, spring, NEVER!
That’s how I feel about this thing call winter here. I have the winter blahhhhhhhh. It’s April now and it is still cold. I have no hope for spring to come and summer is long lost to the world.
Good-bye cheerful sunshine. I can’t remember what sunshine is anymore. Everything here is gray and dreary, and if I were to send Mr. Sunshine a letter I would address it to New Orleans because that is where he seems to reside.