I'm Sydney, and I do not think I’m easy to define. I have a wandering mind. And I’m not anything that you think I am.
❝The winter loves me,❞ he retorted, and then, disliking the whimsical sound of that, added, ❝I mean as much as you can say a season can love. What I mean is, I love winter, and when you really love something, then it loves you back, in whatever way it has to love.❞