And not any longer as a king did Winter appear in those streets, as when the city was decked with gleaming white to greet him as a conqueror and he rode in with his glittering icicles and haughty retinue of prancing winds, but he sat there with a little wind at the corner of the street like some old blind beggar with his hungry dog.

When the arsonist lit the dumpster, he started a dumpster fire.

Take the elevator and get off at the promenade level.

Almost before his advance had begun, it was ended by a fishnetted knee delivered swiftly to his groin.