“As one does the return of sun after winter, I stood still and accepted the warm glow of possibility, of feeling right in the company of this small, oddly fierce person, with the inky hair and the lovely, unemphasized body.”
“Too much sun after a Syracuse winter does strange things to your head, makes you feel strong, even if you aren't.”
“Bodies lay in the sun. Bodies stood in the sun.”
“A small company is more welcome to me than a bad one: but they must come and go at the right time. So does it accord with good sleep.”
“Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering.”
“Seasons of the heart. To get through what I must I'm often encased in ice and for months he chips away until he can see my face and after a while, I begin to thaw. As warmth and feeling returns, my emotions continue to build until my personality is set on fire. When he leaves, the fire dwindles until there is but a flicker. Then there is stillness and winter returns.”