Goodbye, dear snow.
It's Spring here, but that's really your Autumm. You'll slowly consolidate, change shape, and melt away. It was fun for the brief time you were here, but now it's almost over.
Sure, you'll stick around in the shadowy, northern faces of peaks like memories of past glories. But like those memories even there you'll fade with time becoming less and less vital.
I'm just glad we were able to spend some time with you while you were here. We had some great times this April when you felt young again and were in top form. Now it's time to say goodbye.
Thanks for sharing your time with us. We'll see you next year.