The Howling Wintry Wind

Cold air whistles acquainting me with Arctic Blast, when roundly forcing acquiescing into half foursquare corner, activating most recent spate of ideal linkedin warm weather ah...,my favorite sweet spot for read ding partially secluded from gossip mongers addicting fellow nosy residents, who rarely brave elements of style lush nature addressing natural environment, sans leaving comfort of their hermetically sealed apartment adhering to zero risk exposure even during pitch perfect weather adjusting cessation to renouncing "cabin fever" administering most potent panacea for heavenly solar fling nay, most every tenant here at Highland Manor prefers vicariously admiring terrestrial flora and fauna, even when nature bursts forth with adoring "The Rite of Spring" adorning the snapchat buzz zee flight of the Bumble Bee the still frozen, yet slowly aerating rib rock solid state terra firmae slowly alleviating thick slabs of iced over terrain indiscriminately allocating patch of landscape legion limitless almsgiving then as instagram dusk preempts afternoon alternating cathartic, fantastic, and iambic anesthetizing magic, opportunistic, and therapeutic reverie blitzed, viz banshee screaming mother nature's wound dead spirit expressing agony dost vent wrath heartfelt lament vacillates, manifests, and explodes analogous qua red bull who readily didst get smitten angling to expunge anguishing cumulative racking torment hell bent on annihilating primate responsible species akin to a silent spring announcing slow but inexorable annulling guardian (nee abuser) role usurped by *****sapiens, who need answer for relentlessly antagonizing writhing, lowing, and bristling Planet Earth!