…to celebrate by making love the first snow of winter.

The winter will be long and bleak. Nature has a dismal aspect.

The cold is a lonely person's way to feel alone and death.

The heart can get really cold if all you've known is winter.

Grief is always sudden as winter, no matter how long the autumn.

Winter is not a season in the North Middlewest; it is an industry.

Over the wintry forest, winds howl in rage with no leaves to blow.

Winter brings cold dry harsh weather and trees are without leaves.

A man says a lot of things in summer he doesn't mean in winter.

Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.

There it was again, the prickling sense of standing on a precipice.

In the winter she curls up around a good book and dreams away the cold.

The first snow is like the first love. Do you remember your first snow?

One winter I wrapped myself in newspaper, for warmth and for illiteracy.

What did you bring me today? Delusional mutterings with a side of crazy?