Quotes About Chilly air

Thin dirty hair. Sweating, despite the chilly air. The blotchy red and gray complexion of an unfit, overweight mess. Blood pressure sky-high. Arteries hard as rocks.

She left WCF and stepped into the still, chilly air. She loved walking and didn't even mind the cold that much—though she still missed sunny, temperate So-Cal.

The mint and honeysuckle air is chilly on her damp face, awake on the nape of her neck as Witch Baby Wigg skates home.

The Hardys and Chet hastened out into the chilly air. The lighted windows of the house became eerie rectangles of hazy yellow in the drifting mist as the trio skirted the dense bushes edging the lawn.

Isabelle, at different places and moments in the years to come, would sometimes be surrounded by silence and find in herself only the repeated word "Amy." "Amy, Amy"—for this was it, her heart's call, her prayer. "Amy," she would think, "Amy," remembering this day's chilly, golden air.

And oft the starry scope of heaven beneath, When day's tumultuous sounds had ceased to breathe, With fixed feet, as rooted there, Through the long night they drew the chilly air; While sliding o'er their head, In solemn silence dread, The' ethereal orbs their shining course pursued, In holy trance enwrapt the sages stood, With folded arms laid on their reverent breast, And to that Heaven they knew, their orisons addressed.

Then it's off to the den, where the TV is tuned to a colorful parade, full of floats and balloons! And you watch for awhile, but soon it's all done, so you roll out the door for a stroll in the sun. And the chilly air tweeks your nose and your cheeks.