Cara Mia...

The nights are empty, the days long, the spells of boredom cruel, the bursts of cold weather unforgiving. I'm withering in this city. Cara mia, I must flee. The warm sun, gusts of wind, half-sleeved shirts beckon me. I long to put down the window of the car and feel the warm air against my skin, to gulp down ice-cold water, to sing in the rain. I don't want to linger... this winter, I will stay but I can't do this for long. Cara mia, I must flee. I think I'll fly south soon...