Winter how it used to be

I’ve been walking to and from work for the last 6 months. I enjoy it. It’s a good way to ease into the day, and I get some exercise on top of it. In the last couple of weeks, I’ve begun to reconsider this. In the last few days, particularly Melbourne has been at its most frigid. Every morning I get up to find it has been raining overnight. There are puddles in my driveway, the leaves drip with water, and more often than not, the sky is clouded over. If I’m unlucky, a few drops will fall for nuisance value as I walk into work. On the days that it is fine, the temperature plummets. While the sky is a pretty blue, the cold stings at the exposed skin of my cheeks. I’ve been wearing woollen gloves and thrusting my hands deep into the pockets of my coat. Often lately, the window has been blowing, too – icy blasts that drive the wind chill factor up. By the time I get into work, I’m in a state of semi-frost.

In a way, it’s good. The rain is certainly welcome, and even the weather, in general, has a nostalgic aspect to it. It reminds me of the winter weather we had when I was growing up, at least how I remember it anyway. For the first time in years, we seem to have an old fashioned winter – genuinely cold with regular rain and occasional drizzly days like Melbourne was once famous for.

I’ll keep walking. It’s not snowing yet, and for all my complaints, I don’t expect it to get that cold (though I look forward to skiing this season). End of the day, it’s good exercise and takes me somewhere different for a while, neither work nor home but somewhere in between, literally.
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