while today marks summer solstice back home it is wintertime in magical Melbourne.
there are no flurries, no white snowflakes. but there is still a chill in the air that makes you wrap up in an extra layer and take refuge in the warmth of a crackling fire.
yes, there is something simplistically romantic about winter in melbourne. rugging up in your favourite scarf, gathering in the nook of your favourite pub with friends or wrapping yourself up in the arms of your lover, the allure of the winter season is next to intoxicating.
i’ve never felt a season so strongly before. i’ve never seen winter so alive. i now understand that you don’t need a white wonderland to call something winter – all you need is the spirit of the season.