Winter's fire (Photo credit: Jim Nix / Nomadic Pursuits)
One of my current pet theories is that the winter is a kind of evangelist, more subtle than Billy Graham, of course, but of the same stuff.
Shirley Ann Grau
Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.
The tendinous part of the mind, so to speak, is more developed in winter; the fleshy, in summer. I should say winter had given the bone and sinew to literature, summer the tissues and the blood.
Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do - or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so.
I like these cold, gray winter days. Days like these let you savor a bad mood.