“The wet air was as cold as the ashes of love.”
“The railing of the balcony was cold but the blue-black night air was so warm in October, in Florida, it felt as if it could hold you, all that wetness like a blanket of kisses.”
“The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.”
“He reached forward then took me in his arms, held me close for a moment, the breath of snow and ashes cold around us. Then he kissed me, released me, and I took a deep breath of cold air, harsh with the scent of burning.”
“She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.”
“A guitarist or a drummer can get a cold and still play; I get a cold and sound like a wet mitten trying to sing you a love song. Charming.”