His eyes are the color of honey. These are the eyes I remember from my dreams.
And how she looked at me like I could save her from everything bad in he world. This was my secret: she was the one who saved me
But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosion of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey - pick the snow?
Find the Good and Praise it" by Alex Haley