Come winter I am the one who does not complain about the chilly winds and frosty mornings, but rather tend to sit long hours in the pleasant outdoors, feet in the sun and head in the shade. I love winters crispness and the feeling of soft velvety cold air on bare arms and feet.
Winter foods that make ones mouth water and the warm comfort of hands around a large mug of coffee.
Never have I been able to work out how or why I ended up being born in the Southern Hemisphere in a hot, dry climate. I dodge the Sun all summer long and cannot wait for autumn to bring in her cheer of falling leaves and dappled shade, chilling evening air and the blood orange sunsets that smother the western skies with the promises of starry clear nights.
I enjoy taking the dogs out last thing before bed and as we wander together around the garden the distant smell of other peoples fires and pollution does not deter me from sniffing in the cold air and gazing up at the starlit skies and being amazed by the vastness of the small amount of the Universe that is visible to me.
Why do the Heavens of a winters night always look so freshly washed and hung up to dry? Each star sparkling like a distant diamond catching the rays from some far off Sun.
I love the cold, I love feeling cold and breathing in cold air. I love the energy that autumn and winter bring into my life each year and the promises they both hold that other life is only sleeping for now.
As the rush of spring comes and the days warm up so I tend to slow my pace down and dodge the sunshine for indoors and shady havens in the coolest spots that I can find. Spring with all its beauty gives too much of a warning of the heat that is to come and therefore when September arrives and the first spring rains fall then I go into my own form of hibernation and sit through the heat longing for the first leaf to fall and the miracle of the end of summer and the beginning of autumn to be here once again.
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