Summer is very precious.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit. A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all's right with the world.
Summer has always been my favorite season. I feel happier.
I am a summer person.
I love summertime more than anything else in the world. That is the only thing that gets me through the winter, knowing that summer is going to be there.
Summer nearly does me in every year. It's too hot and the light is unforgiving and the days go on way too long.
Summer means happy times and good sunshine. It means going to the beach, going to Disneyland, having fun.
I hate the summer.
What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade.
In the seasons of life, I have had more than my share of summers.
I am just through with a summer, and a summer is to me always a trying ordeal.