I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn't show.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
While I relish our warm months, winter forms our character and brings out our best.
Many human beings say that they enjoy the winter, but what they really enjoy is feeling proof against it.
Winter is nature's way of saying, 'Up yours.'
Winter is my favourite season.
When all the world appears to be in a tumult, and nature itself is feeling the assault of climate change, the seasons retain their essential rhythm. Yes, fall gives us a premonition of winter, but then, winter, will be forced to relent, once again, to the new beginnings of soft greens, longer light, and the sweet air of spring.
The coming and going of the seasons give us more than the springtimes, summers, autumns, and winters of our lives. It reflects the coming and going of the circumstances of our lives like the glassy surface of a pond that shows our faces radiant with joy or contorted with pain.
It's not the winter that bothers me - it's the summers.
In winter, I plot and plan. In spring, I move.
I love feeling the crispness of fall and the sensuality of spring.
I've bumped into at least three people in town who all insist 'Winter's Bone' is about them.
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