Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.
Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind,
As man's ingratitude.
When there's snow on the ground, I like to pretend I'm walking on clouds.
When you live in Texas, every single time you see snow it's magical.