It’s 8pm, and I’m wearing thongs, though I do have a scarf on.
This is winter in Brisbane.
It’s the season where for a few days in an official three month season you get to wear boots, jackets, leather and scarves. I have jackets that are years old but barely worn. Same goes for my knee length boots. It’s their third season, but not at all worn out. My winter cardies are probably a decade old, but still hold their own.
I’m sure it’s hard to dispute the assertion that Brisbane winters are simply perfect, being neither too hot nor too cold.
We like to complain that winter is, well, wintery. But we can’t, it’s just not. Right now it’s 18 degrees. In June. The middle of winter.
Could we really live anywhere else?