changing seasons

the symbols of winter appeared. overnight. unannounced.

i found myself stopping. looking. mentally taking stock. the seasons were changing. was i ready?

you see in london, the approach of winter is fearful. my birthday always fell during that awful october week when british summer time ended, the clocks went forward an hour and darkness fell at 430pm. around the corner lurked winter chill, long-lasting colds and an unforgiving blip in london’s joie de vivre.

today, i sat at tigers bakers cafe, pondering the above. and then it hit me: i’m in sydney! winter isn’t to be feared. the lead up to winter is beautiful – the chill arrives with a freshness, leaves turn a beautiful orange and the sun still shines. truly, one of life’s greatest pleasures must be sunshine on your face during a winter’s day.

on the way home, i passed the symbols of winter which kicked started this entry; they are the rugby posts in the park opposite. you see, back in high school, after the easter holiday, the oval’s prized cricket pitch was left to fade while rugby posts were erected at either end of the field. until i saw them in rushcutter's bay park i had no idea i associated them so strongly with winter. i guess they are just another lifelong spill over from my five years of higher education.

the rugby posts in rushcutter's bay park

sunshine on a winter's (ok... autumn) day