Dearest snow storm Jonas. You were soft, sweet and romantic when it all started. I gradually watched you fall, piece by piece, and flake by flake until you became larger than life. You blew in, with a force so mighty, you took over all of New York City. You were cold and ugly. You sent shivers down my spine, and you left it all on the streets. You forced me into my ugly puffer coat, and boring, flat rain boots, which you know I can’t stand. I spent a full day cooped up inside my home, leaving my sequins and party dresses behind, locked in the darkness of my closet. But I’ve got something to tell you, sir Jonas. We. Are. Over.