Please don’t leave. I know the calendar says you’re here for another few weeks. But the nightime is saying otherwise. My clothes are also suggesting you are packing your bags as they are taking a wee bit longer to dry on the line. You seem shorter every year, and I wonder if we haven’t offended you, for you seem to take off more eagerly every season’s end. You are somewhat distracting, as I tend to not get much done, and just sit around soaking in your sunlight, so I suppose it is a good thing that you’re leaving. School needs to happen, housework that has been neglected needs to get done, as it seems I ignore most domestic responsibilities in favor of a day spent in the boat or on the beach with you and my husband. I feel betrayed by you of late, for you are not as generous in your bestowal of high temperatures; as it seemed in my childhood it was hot for an eternity. Please don’t feel the need to prove those from other countries correct in their assumption that Canada is always cold. We love you! We want you! We need you! Please stay, just a little bit longer.