I'm done with idyllic winter euphoria! Ugh. It's too cold. I'm too crabby. I'm tired of crunching cubes of sidewalk salt that have gathered on my steps.
The crystalline soldiers covertly attach themselves to my feet and once they advanced beyond the door and into enemy territory, they begin their assault. At first they seem harmless. Before I know it, they permeate everything from carpet to gaps in the tile-grout. Perhaps you scoff and, with the only Shakespearean quote you remember you sarcastically quip, "A little water clears us of this deed."
In your world perhaps, but in mine the salt keeps finding its way inside. Once again, I'm done with winter. I love each of our four seasons but I've seen enough winter and felt enough cold on the back of my neck and shivered enough in my cold car while staring at the heat button wondering when I will start to feel warmth.
To quote Chief Joseph:
"Hear me, my chiefs, I am tired.
My heart is sad and sick.
From where the sun now stands
I will fight no more forever. - - ."