The sound of the blades on the ice in the morning is like smelling fresh coffee.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I always wake up at the crack of ice.
I come from a coffee-loving family, and you can always tell when my sister and I have been around, because both of us collect all the dead coffee from everyone's morning cup, pour it over ice, and drink it. This is a disgusting habit.
When I go down the ice, I feel it, the wind in the side of my hair, and then I got the party in the back.
When I hear the bagpipes, it makes the hairs on my neck stand on end. It always makes me weep.
I like coffee because it gives me the illusion that I might be awake.
Coffee gives me bad breath.
A real New Yorker likes the sound of a garbage truck in the morning.
There's nothing pretty about ice. Ice grows nothing. But we've got this in our minds that we've got to make everything cold.
I love the smell of juice boxes in the morning.
The noise resembles the roar of heavy, distant surf. Standing on the stirring ice one can imagine it is disturbed by the breathing and tossing of a mighty giant below.