That spring she could not shake the feeling that her days were becoming shorter even if the sun hung in the sky longer and longer. 

Even after reaching the pinnacle of his profession Earl still felt like a fraud. 

On the fifth day of March, I wrote this (meaningless) sentence. 

The weather swung wildly as if unable to decide which season it was in. 

For Nina, getting letters never ceased to thrill. 

Shots of fear ran through Sam when he would suddenly recall his growing list of enemies. 

 The fragile seedlings struggled towards the sun and the seasonal cycle began again.