A little flower that blooms in May. A lovely sunset at the end of a day. Someone helping a stranger along the way. That's heaven to me.
Despite the forecast, live like it's spring.
Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade.
In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.
I don't even remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere.
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.