Dearest Snow:

I want to take this moment to express my undying love and tireless devotion to you. I must confess I dream of you often, especially as the crisp autumn leaves fall to the ground and the thought of your return warms my yearning soul. You are the crunching under my footsteps, the sparkle on my cheek, and the confetti on my shoulders.

Last winter was possibly the best point of our relationship. In the Ottawa streets you were ever present, always there to put a smile on my face. Your soft flakes daily caressed my hair as they descended upon it from aloft. You were always there to embrace me when I fell into your cool fluffy arms.

This winter I have left the winter wonderland of the East for the warm wetlands of the West. Oh Snow, I know that in seasons past our moments of intimacy in this unforgiving landscape have been too short and too few. Our distance is torturous. I beseech you, my love, to overcome the trials thrust upon you by the perils of global warming, and stay with me this winter through.

Now Snow, I know you may be afraid of our calloused land, for there are many who do not share my enduring love for you. Some will even curse at the mere mention of your name. Many would wish you confined to the mountaintops on which you regularly reside. Precious Snow, I bid you not let these wretched souls come between us. Forget not our magical love, the strength of which is far greater than the selfish hatred of the vulgar masses.

I have fallen for you, O Snow, many times over. I fall when I’m snowboarding over you, or when I’m sledding and the sled snaps in two. I fall to the ground in a snowball fight, or into your arms on a clear winter night. I spin around and around staring up into the sky, and fall dizzy into you with snowflakes in my eyes.

Snow, when you’re with me I can face anything. You blanket over my worries and I melt into you. The chaos of life is silenced when your sheets fall upon the land. The world becomes still, if only for a moment.

After a long day with you I collapse content at the fireplace, a cup of hot chocolate warm in my hand. I long for the days when you my winter heart will visit me, and I pray that you travel swiftly to be at my side. Winter is coming, and O precious Snow, I implore you to come most hastily too.

My love is forever yours,

Janelle Visser