Dog lovers are a good breed themselves.

Christmas is a kindling of new fires.

November wind has a sound different from any other. It is easy to imagine the cave of the winds in some mythical Northland where the winds are born and the gods send them out to conquer the quiet air.

When Father smiled, it was like the sun coming out, and spring and summer in your heart.

June in New England is like a lover's dream made tangible.

Life is a process of discovery, of new perceptions.

the tentacles of today reach out like an octopus to swallow yesterday.