Not construction related, but fitting for a winter's day in Winnipeg.
This poem comes to mind..
IF YOU'RE NOT FROM THE PRAIRIE
By David Bouchard
Still you're not from the prairie and yet you know cold..you say you've been cold?
Do you know what to do to relieve so much pain?
Of burning from deep down that drives you insane?
Your ears and your hands right into your toes
A child who's been cold on the prairie will know.
Of all of those memories we share when we're old,
none are more clear then that hard bitter cold.
You'll not find among us a soul who can say
"I've conquered the wind on a cold winter's day".
If you're not from the prairie you don't know the cold you've never been cold.