In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
In the seasons of life, I have had more than my share of summers.
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.
If there's a 'Cruel Summer' then there's got to be a 'Cruel Winter,' right? That's all I'm saying.
Summer has always been my favorite season. I feel happier.
I played a heap of snow in a school play. I was under a sheet, and crawled out when spring came. I often say I'll never reach the same artistic level again.
We were just covered in dirt the whole time. It was so hot - and that was in winter. I can not imagine what it's like in summer and how the people who actually live out there survive.
I remember three- and four-week-long snow days, and drifts so deep a small child, namely me, could get lost in them. No such winter exists in the record, but that's how Ohio winters seemed to me when I was little - silent, silver, endless, and dreamy.
Winter lingered so long in the lap of Spring that it occasioned a great deal of talk.
Write about winter in the summer.
Winter is my favourite season.