Winter: it's not you, it's me.

I'm really sorry winter, but this thing between us just isn't working out. You like dark, grey, icy mornings and I prefer sunshine and warmth (although I'll admit we're both fond of our slippers).

Source - some beautiful pics of Melbourne by Michael.

You like having the sun set halfway through the afternoon, whereas I like long, balmy evenings where I can walk around the streets of my city with my friends, seeking out brightly colored drinks and salty tapas.

You like icy, cutting winds that blow through even the sturdiest of coats -- even those ones designed for people who climb Mount Everest and clamor around on glaciers. I like light summery breezes that carry the smell of grass clippings and sunshine and that are just cool enough to take the heat from the sun.

Source - more beautiful pics of Melbourne by Stephen Wright.

You like stews, I like salads.

You like umbrellas, I like parasols.

You like cabernet sauvignon, I like chardonnay.

We both like naps, I'll give you that. And yeah, we both like my Jimmy Choo boots. But that's it.

I'm sorry winter, this just isn't working out. I'm afraid you're going to have to leave.