How Could One Hate Winter in Vermont?

When it looks like this…

Or this?

Or this?

And if you can sport sexy wear, like this…

Or witness a chilly sunset, like this:

Or if the view when you wake up looks like this:

But still, I cannot wait for this:

Burn, baby, burn. Jealous inferno.

I hate jealousy. I hate the way it feels. I hate the way it manifests itself and makes one act. I hate the way it’s fostered. It’s a new feeling for me. I have always rolled with the flow of life, tossed in the currents, the ebbs and the flows. I’ve been very easy going, [...]