Day 180 January 31, 2011

You know it's cold when your dog signals to you to start heading for home when you've just hit the halfway point of your normal dog walk route.

You know it's cold when your hands start to feel like they are on fire because you were silly enough to take off your Arctic quality mittens three times to take photographs of the chisel effect of wind on snow.

You know it's cold when you feel claustrophobic inside your own skin and you only venture as far as the porch all day in an attempt to avoid the wintry blasts, a sure sign that cabin fever approaches.

You know it's cold when you look at the calendar and see that there are two more solid months of winter left in Nova Scotia.

You know it's cold when you dream of diving into turquoise waters somewhere very tropical.

You know it's ... always going to be something, isn't it?

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