SOL INVICTUS has banish’d FALSE WINTER at long last.

LET THE PROLETARIAN RESISTANCE TO HEAT BEGIN!

I mean, I’m ready for the sun and all but my mist-clad veins prefer the wan light which heats with gentility and manner, in opposition to the wanton, savage rage of the flaming orb currently wilting plants to the far-flung corners of my very yard. Well, this heat can’t last, right?