As winter flaunts its constitutional right, temperatures plummet through the night. Promised snow drawing near; the worst of the season soon to be here. As expected, wicked winds will test our humanity. We will question why, the here and now, protest inexplicably, then accept facts and fate anyhow. What else can we do? We anticipate spring, or summer, when our attitude or circumstances will surely be better. Until then, all we can do is dress for the weather.
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