Dear Santa...
It’s days like this one that I am reminded why I love living in Queensland so much.
Sometimes, around Christmas, I think it might be nice to live in the northern hemisphere, to live somewhere that gets snow at all – that strange, magical white stuff that I’ve only seen two or three times in my life. About half an hour ago, making a snowman, and all the freezing and chattering teeth that involves, would have sounded like heaven.
It’s been stinking hot all day – in fact it’s been stinking hot all week, with the temperature maximums upwards of 35C (95F), humidity approaching 100%, and only dropping down to around 27C (80F) overnight. Usually, this kind of weather’s broken every afternoon by a storm which helps bring the temperature down to a bearable level for the evening – usually perfectly timed at around half-past three to saturate children on the way home from school. Even without the drought, we hardly ever get “rainy days” or “wet weeks” here – a storm comes, pelts down six inches of rain within half an hour, then disappears without a trace – but now the storms that make the scorching weather bearable are few and far between.
( Today, at long last, one came. )
Sometimes, around Christmas, I think it might be nice to live in the northern hemisphere, to live somewhere that gets snow at all – that strange, magical white stuff that I’ve only seen two or three times in my life. About half an hour ago, making a snowman, and all the freezing and chattering teeth that involves, would have sounded like heaven.
It’s been stinking hot all day – in fact it’s been stinking hot all week, with the temperature maximums upwards of 35C (95F), humidity approaching 100%, and only dropping down to around 27C (80F) overnight. Usually, this kind of weather’s broken every afternoon by a storm which helps bring the temperature down to a bearable level for the evening – usually perfectly timed at around half-past three to saturate children on the way home from school. Even without the drought, we hardly ever get “rainy days” or “wet weeks” here – a storm comes, pelts down six inches of rain within half an hour, then disappears without a trace – but now the storms that make the scorching weather bearable are few and far between.
( Today, at long last, one came. )