|I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.|
|My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt|
away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.
George R.R. Martin
|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. Stanley Crawford|