Those who left us in winter are still within reach, they are the sizzle of summer and the floret of spring.

It is radical in terms of the empirical context, but the moon always responded to me when I had an autonomous need for a warm embrace in this cold winter.

Spring is the time of the year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade

Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.

Winter months tend to be slower. We really have to wait until spring and summer ? the peak of the housing market ? to see if this was a seasonal effect or if it really is some moderation in housing activity.

Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.