1180.

Back to the season.
Hello winter, deceptive
though your months may be.

1179.

The majority
will lamentably still wake
up tomorrow. Breathe.

1178.

The weary just shrug
at the notions prevailing.
Life will continue.

1177.

Enjoy the bounty
while it lasts children. Soon the
circle jerk returns.

1176.

Belief instead a
matter of celebration
for one short window.

1175.

Instead focus on
the beauty of a season
lit up by wonder.

1174.

So sayeth the loons
and perennially, set
paranoids. Calm down.