“Imagine a delicious glass of summer iced tea.Take a long cool sip. Listen to the ice crackle and clink.Is the glass part full or part empty?Take another sip.And now?”
“Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in a glass, a tiny glass of course, the smallest tingling sip, for children; change the season in your veins by raising glass to lip and tilting summer in.”
“The trouble with jogging is that the ice falls out of your glass.”
“His lips felt dry with a literal thirst for righteousness, which was like a glass of ice-cold water on a table in another man's room.”
“I used to jog but the ice cubes kept falling out of my glass. ”
“I don't jog. It makes the ice jump right out of my glass.”