Friends, sun, sand, and sea, that sounds like a summer to me.
Oh, the summer night, has a smile of light, and she sits on a sapphire throne.
Smell the sea, and feel the sky. Let your soul and spirit fly.
One must maintain a little bit of summer, even in the middle of winter.
Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.
Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August.
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
One benefit of summer was that each day we had more light to read by.
In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.