As weather in the the northern hemisphere starts to get cooler, things are starting to ramp up on the temperature front here in the southern hemisphere.
It’s usually about a month or so from now, in December and January when there’s truly no denying that it’s summer – we’ll call them the ‘Energy Zapping Months,’ shall we? – that I find myself looking longingly at so many of those Instagram cosy winter pics. You know the ones: the Hot-Chocolate-Next-To-The-Fireplace pics, the Legs-Clad-In-Funky-Geometric-Knee-High-Socks-While-Lounging-Next-to-the-Fireplace, not to mention the Powdery-Snow-Capped….well, everything!
When looking at those cosy winter photos, I’m generally so sucked in by how romantic they look that I seem to forget that I’m one of the biggest cold frogs around. Or that years ago after spending a winter in Beijing, it took me at least a year in Australia to thaw out.
An old family friend once put it perfectly: “When it’s summer, I wish that it’s winter. And when it’s winter I want it to be summer.”
Don’t we all?
I’m reminded of this verse (it’s quite the challenge, really): I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances.
So while my northern hemisphere counterparts might be enjoying hot chocolates and fireplaces, I know I wouldn’t enjoy a beach visit half as much as I did when snapping these photos if it hadn’t been for a beautiful early morning like this that can only be experienced on the eve of a hot summer’s day.