In Boston serpents whistle at the cold.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Ah, my dad's whistle. On holidays when I was a kid, we would all be off in the rock pools along the beach. When it came time to go, we'd hear the whistle and we'd all come running. Like dogs!
The frozen ocean... of Boston life.
As humans we like to laugh at our fears, we like to whistle in the dark.
I used to love it when I walked down the street and construction workers would whistle.
When the whistle blew and the call stretched thin across the night, one had to believe that any journey could be sweet to the soul.
I knew the whistle of each of the river boats on the Tennessee.
When you hear that howl alone at night in the forest, it's one of the most frightening sounds you'll ever hear.
There was a train that would come by our house every night, and I'd hear the whistle blow. That is the sweetest memory I have.
My worst habit is whistling while I sleep.
I drank some boiling water because I wanted to whistle.