We made barely enough to keep us fed, that winter.

Maybe in the spring: it was his mantra that late fall and early winter.

Then, that winter or the next, the flu hit us.

It seemed as if his whole being had changed that winter night in the steel cage.

Later that winter, he gave his tie to a fellow tenant.

But the buffalo had come south that winter for the early grass.

The hand was no good to him that winter.

Apparently we have avoided that nuclear winter in the near term.

The first tournament was held that winter in early 2009.

He sought help that winter and received a quick diagnosis.