Am i looking for someone to talk to?

Dear Winter,

Welcome back. You fooled us for a bit, didn't you? You gave us warm days and flip flop nights. You made us think we could put away the heater and maybe even venture out to the backyard for dinner. Oh, sly one. Now, you're back with a vengeance. The shivering folks who wander the streets of Sydney, with scarves and long coats and a grim mouth set hard against the chill are a testemant to your presence. The usually flip flop-ed young 'uns choose to remain inside, with Australian Idol for company. It's not that bad, though. The cold demands that you have a hot chocolate (with marshmallows). The cold demands that you snuggle up under the duvet with a good book. The cold demands attention to heat. The cold demands nostalgia for days of warmth. You thought you could placate the southern hemisphere with snow. If you were going to give those Victorians some snow, would it have been so difficult to send some our way? If we're going to be cold, we may as well have snow. Just one day to stick our tongues out and catch that little bit of snow. Just one day for schools to be closed. Just one day for people to slow down and be amazed and maybe even build a snowman or two. I hear you even gave the Tasmanians some snow. The Tasmanians! We Sydneysiders are left to question your judgement.
Alright then, Winter. I've shivered in the city, i've had my hot chocolate and now, i'm off to snuggle under the duvet. Just think about what i've written, won't you? Remember this: It's never too late. This is new for me, Winter. If you haven't already guessed, i've never written to a Season before. I don't really know how to end this letter. So, maybe, just. The end.

Cheers,
Snowless (and loveless. Bah.) in Sydney

PS. How cool is it that Steve Martin's novella Shopgirl is going to be made into a movie? I loved that book. And Claire Danes as Mirabelle was a wise choice. I am pleased.