winter

We were letting go of October, relinquishing color,readying ourselves for streets lacquered with ice,the town closed like a walnut, locked inside the cold.

I love winter. The bugs are dead, and the people are indoors.

The cold seemed less relentless now. The small circle of white light from my bedside lamp and its hint of the dawn to come seemed to drive the worst of the chill away and the hot tea did the rest, as I lay and read further into the life of the young woman in the bravado coat.

She deigned to asked me how ice queens reproduce. I grinned, and her mother looked horrified.__e procreate by way of ice cubes, of course. We put them in our nests and let them incubate for the period of about four months, and when the temperature is right, we put them out to roost and let them flake off into billions of snowflakes, rather like tadpoles breaking in droves from their eggs. And that, child,_ I said, with a simulacrum of glee, __s how winter is born.___oes it hurt?___o more than the approach of Monday does to most of the world. It is a natural process, you understand, but it is dreadful hard work.

The summer in youcalms the winter in me.

He'd shoved his toque and mitts into the sleeve of his parka when he'd come in the night before, and now, thrusting his right arm into the armhole, he hit the blockage. At a practiced shove the pompom of the toque crowned the cuff followed by his mitts, like a tiny birth.

Can a rose survive in winter?

She screamed like an assassin was driving a knife into her stomach.She screamed like a thousand birds were pecking at her flesh.She screamed like the palace was burning down around her.

I will accept this side effect. I will accept any amount of monsters my mind wants to give me, but I will not become a monster myself

For London, Blampied claimed, was of all cities in the world the most autumnal __ts mellow brickwork harmonizing with fallen leaves and October sunsets, just as the etched grays of November composed themselves with the light and shade of Portland stone. There was a charm, a deathless charm, about a city whose inhabitants went about muttering, "The nights are drawing in," as if it were a spell to invoke the vast, sprawling creature-comfort of winter.

To say goodbye, is to die a little.To say good morning, is a hope for a new sunshine in a cloudy winter.

The exact science of one molecule transformed into another -- that Mabel could not explain, but then again she couldn't explain how a fetus formed in the womb, cells becoming beating heart and hoping soul. She could not fathom the hexagonal miracle of snowflakes formed from clouds, crystallized fern and feather that tumble down to light on a coat sleeve, white stars melting even as they strike. How did such force and beauty come to be in something so small and fleeting and unknowable?

It was winter, and a night of bitter cold. The snow lay thick upon the ground, and upon the branches of the trees: the frost kept snapping the little twigs on either side of them, as they passed: and when they came to the Mountain-Torrent she was hanging motionless in air, for the Ice-King had kissed her.

The young princess was as beautiful as daylight. She was more beautiful even than the queen herself

She smiled as she poured tea into his cup. __ hope you find your rooms comfortable?___uite._ He took a too-hasty sip of tea and scalded his tongue.__he view is to your liking?__e had a view of a brick wall. __ndeed.__he fluttered her eyelashes at him over the rim of her teacup. __nd the bed. Is it soft and_ yielding?__e nearly choked on the bite of cake he__ just taken.__r do you prefer a firmer bed?_ she asked sweetly. __ne that refuses to yield too soon?___ think___e narrowed his eyes at her___hatever mattress I have on the bed you gave me is perfect. But tell me, my lady, what sort of mattress do you prefer? All soft goose down or one that__ a bit_ harder?__t was very fast, but he saw it: Her gaze flashed down to the juncture of his thighs and then up again. If there hadn__ been anything to see there before, there certainly was now.__h, I like a nice stiff mattress,_ she purred. __ell warmed and ready for a long ride.

Twenty-five, he was. Twenty-five tomorrow. Some years the snow had melted for his birthday, but not this year, and so it had been a long winter full of cows.

Love is like a season,it ebbs and it flows,sometimes we're like Summer, Fall and Winter,but it's Spring that I long to know.

Winter gold: the sparrow's footprints in the snow.