Preponderance (February)

[For Winsome Thomas] This is a wind-wind situation, saith the Preacher. Preponderance of heat lays you low while leaders vow belief in a coalface. Your fingers scrabble over keyboards, your words vanish in a clamour of Likes. North and south preponderance of ice bloweth whither it will. Hearts groweth mournful at the signs, heavy with what to do next. The wisdom of Solomon is required, what good it will do you. This is a loose-loose situation, saith the Preacher. His preponderance of thoughts is a fruitcake sermon: enjoy the raisins and avoid the fine-worded icing. Choose life. Outside it’s February.