

trying to find the most basic desire in life.
i love spring, i lover summer, and i really love fall. but winter is different. winter is like a hot steamy love affair that comes for four months out of the year and leaves you again. it's love with passion. sometimes you hate it, but then it comes right back with some of the hottest, steamiest love you've ever known. and then spring comes and it's gone. winter is my love affair.
Winter camping is not as fun without a campfire.
rip across like raspberry wine on a winter day of twine.
winter is my favorite season because anything is possible when it snows.
She's gotta do winter well.
Her radius has got to be huge.
It feels like this winter never happened, better luck next year.
the scrabbleization of six uniques.
now look towards the rising sun to the east, and the morning mountains, which will become our mayhem for a few days of early winter.
Forever fascinated with the deterioration of objects.
Of the many values my mother taught me, one of the greatest is the love of inclement weather, especially in the winter.
Beat the average.
Time to practice my winter camping skills.
One is a source, one broke apart, and one is on the streets.
Also a mini freakout and just enough distraction to go peacefully unnoticed.
87 hours in a vehicle is now over. that means 3.625 full days of my winter break were spent in a car. if you ask about it...yes it was worth it, well worth it.
bacon fetish.
training for the british bobsled team.
perhaps, and quite possibly, the answer all comes down to fear of commitment.
i have a thing for girls with rosy cheeks, either lightly sunburned or from the cold of winter.
winter is coming ... snow is coming ... hip hop horray!
endure your age, you only live it once.
an envelope wihout a letter is like a summer day without sun; it's like a winter with no snow; it's like a bowl of ice cream with no spoon; it's like a child with no mother... an envelope with no letter is like a human with no soul.
gallivanting amorously.
hey hey angelfire.
the morning sun warms as it gets higher in the sky. yet the air is still cool from the night. it's a sensation, a bliss. going to bed, and your lover is already there waiting for you, her naked body is already warm pressed up to your skin. it's like the morning, when the window has been left open during the winter, and the blankets have a soft cool touch, or that of a spring morning, and you cuddle beside your nude lover, who's skin is soft silk, and her voice whispering in your ear like the breeze, and your skin shimmers. stepping out of a shower. putting on a sweater and beani