long winter they say. mild they say. superstorms. there's a philosophy behind everything they say. it's anecdotal. it's made up reality. no one can prove what's going to be. course it's always long to me, the longest season. be it as it may be, might as well keep dreaming, right, nelson.

 i guess so. i suppose.

i mean why worry about the weather in the future, snuff, are you in it? how do you know. we only live now, snuff.  we can't do nothing about it anyway. what if it is just more chaos, then calm, weather at home, war in the distance, not to get defeatist dugs but, what're you going to do, right dugs?