Time passes differently without seasons. There is nothing to mark its change. August… September… October… November… All marked by nothing but the rising and setting sun. In all that time, half a world away, the balmy winds of summer give way to arctic gales. The trees shiver and shed their tangerine leaves. The land suspends life in silence and icy snow.
I left Canada suddenly on the warm tail of August. Australia is all August.Read More »