May 16: Our last evening in Nova Scotia I had always imagined spending our last night on the beach near home, on the Eastern Shore. The air here smells delicious. The sea breeze is so clean and fresh; every deep inhale reminds me of how lucky we are to call Nova Scotia home. The day is packed full of last-minute errands, crossing off things on my list in anticipation of parking in Seaforth Cove and relaxing around the campfire. We get there just before the sun sets.

Winters in Nova Scotia are usually mild and fresh; as quickly as the snow falls it melts. But this year has been consistently the coldest winter I remember since I moved here in 1994. It’s turned me into a hermit, preferring the coziness of my sunny home, bundled up in slippers and sweaters, over layering on long john’s and toques. Finally I had enough of popping Vitamin D3s in lieu of the real thing and ventured out to visit my friend, Ocean.

Browsing through photos, I realized my hands feel so cold lately because my skin has barely seen the sun in weeks. It was a very short summer in Lawrencetown. My thoughts wander off to how it will feel to be warm more days than cold next year. Until then, I’ll enjoy the fresh salty air through the open doors and windows, bundled up in my hoody and slippers while I work. I refuse to put the heat on in September. This photo gives me warmth though, taken a…

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