What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.
Smell the sea, and feel the sky. Let your soul and spirit fly.
Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August.
Summer, after all, is a time when wonderful things can happen to quiet people.
One must maintain a little bit of summer, even in the middle of winter.
I love how summer just wraps its arms around you like a warm blanket.
Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.