Australia has brought me to say things I never thought I’d say.
Winter in Australia has just enough of everything that it carries the best of every season.
- It gets just cold enough in the nights to merit wearing cozy socks yoga pants to bed under heavy, warm blankets.
- It gets just warm enough during the day to wear light layers and go for a comfortable walk to town.
- There are days of perfect running weather – not so hot that you sweat like a horse, and not so cold that you wish you couldn’t feel your face.
- There are days of perfect sit on the couch with a hot cuppa weather – cold enough for comfy-cozies, warm enough to enjoy wearing them.
- Winter sports are rugby and soccer (neither of which have any true need for snow).
- If you get the hankering for a snow-man – you can drive a few hours, play for a bit, and leave the snow behind you.
- Flowers are everywhere all the time – none of this mono-tone dreariness of snow-bound cities and plains.
I went for a meander outside today. Walked down the street towards all the shops. I passed yard after yard full of grass and flowers and life. The sun was warm enough to coax me out of my jacket as I admired the loveliness all around me. I didn’t see even one sign of the stereotypical and symbolic death associated 
winter. Everything around me breathed new life and fragrance.
Soaking in the silence of solitude and the beauty of small-town Australia, I decided something. It is high-time I gave up my life-long feud with the final life-cycle of the seasons. So here it goes: I like winter.
