In Australia ((new)) - Winter Months

“You miss the snow?” Hugh asked.

Maya thought about it. “Sometimes. But I think I’d miss this more if I left.” winter months in australia

Maya zipped her fleece to her chin and stepped onto the veranda of the old cottage. The temperature read four degrees Celsius—nothing by Canadian standards, she knew, but this damp cold was a different animal. She pulled a knitted beanie over her ears and smiled. Two years in Australia, and she still couldn't get used to a winter solstice without a white Christmas. Instead, the vines across the valley were bare skeletons, the grass a faded khaki, and the sky a low, bruised pearl. “You miss the snow

Her phone buzzed. A message from her mum in Toronto: “First big snow of the season! 20 cm! Are you getting that freak cold snap they mentioned on the news?” But I think I’d miss this more if I left

She found Hugh inside the woolshed, stoking the potbelly stove. He was a third-generation vigneron, his hands stained with earth and his laugh like gravel.

Maya typed back: “Freak cold snap = 3°C and raining. I’m in three layers.”

He nodded slowly. “Good answer.”