I was burrowed so deep in a tangle of patchwork blankets and bizarre early morning dreams that I missed the alarm. Then it took me a good ten mins to psyche myself up to take my clothes off and then another ten to throw myself out of the boiling hot shower to kit up. Today I seem to be wearing three layers of clothing on my legs and four on my chest. Le sigh.

Each autumn I congratulate myself that I am now a true Canberran and at the first frost I know it ain't so. As I write I am watching the sunlight refracting off the patches of silver on the grass - a kaleidoscope of colour.
Cold but beautiful.

Comments

[Renae]

Well said, I agree with it all...especially the bloody cold bit! Stay warm, Renae

[Colette]

I used to work in Canberra with a woman who called those frosty, freezing mornings followed by glorious bright days "champagne" mornings. I totally got it and still think about her when lucky enough to experience one.

[Raven78]

Oh! Champagne mornings is a great name for them. This is my first winter back in Melbourne and those champagne mornings are on the very short list of things I miss.