“June suns, you cannot store themTo warm the winter's cold,The lad that hopes for heavenShall fill his mouth with mould.”
“There is something beautiful about a sunny winter day,A break from harsh gray skies and harsh cold winds,A bright warm sun and clear blue skies instead.”
“My father was often impatient during March, waiting for winter to end, the cold to ease, the sun to reappear. March was an unpredictable month, when it was never clear what might happen. Warm days raised hopes until ice and grey skies shut over the town again.”
“June, July, all through the warm months she hibernated like a winter animal who did not know spring had come and gone.”
“In the cold dark days of the winter, dream about the flowers to get warmed up!”
“The tender pressure of his lips soothed her, like a warm drink in the dead of the winter, when every part of her felt so cold.”