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If you reside in a region for any length of time, the weather patterns become ingrained in your psyche. You anticipate changes in season, you feel the subtleties of temperature trends, and you plant or mate accordingly. It isn’t so much the forecast you rely upon as your five senses. You observe the flora and fauna behavior influenced by such changes and you adapt accordingly. Such instincts can serve a person well if the weather performs in a historical, predictable fashion.

If. Such a tiny word to express such a large sentiment.

Weather has been uncharacteristically below freezing since the New Year arrived. Those residing in Canada or near the Great Lakes feel justified in coughing, “pussy” under your breath in fratboy fashion. I know not what cold really is.. Still in a relative sense it’s been cold. So cold, thirty degrees F feels balmy.

This month has been filled with blankets, video games, and hot tea. For entertainment, I have spent many hours gazing at the bird feeder hanging outside the kitchen window. The birds it seems cope much better with cold than the rest of the housemates.

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