140: Winter leads, wise and cruel. Should I grow mad?
In sleep even a con anarchist gets immunity. 
Going wide, this is mad, better it were more bad news washing over time under preseason wraps. 
Snow this soon is a surprise.

(Slanderers are believed. Didn’t know I’m a novice enthusiast, the tongue-tied manner of my wanting pity.) 

Should I despair?
It’s snowing, nothing personal, wafting like winter foam over my awesome hamlet — 

Further out the world is blown up with descriptors peeling off like spiders hustling always.