If the trees in your backyard are bending in the wind just a little more than usual; if the smoke from your chimney is being whipped up into the ether without a chance to linger; if the clouds are scudding across the heavens the merest bit faster than yesterday, don’t worry. It has nothing to do with the weather.
It’s just the result of the whole world collectively releasing its pent-up breath.
Welcome back, Sanity.
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