"Don't surrender all your joy for an idea you used to have about yourself that isn't true anymore" - Cheryl Strayed
Its a wet Melbourne Tuesday. Yesterday was 26 degrees. The weather lady kindly told us we had just experienced our last day of Summer sun. We are now on board the Autumn train and wont be feeling the warmth of the suns rays until we get off around September. I have always loved the sun. Coming from a country that was literally named after the 'long white cloud' Its always been something of wonder to me. I moved to Queensland, Australia, 'the sunshine state' when I was 21 and set myself up in a beautiful coastal town. I would basque in the sunshine everyday, walking around shaking my head in disbelief that day after day the sun would rise and bring with it so much scrumptious heat. When I sit back and close my eyes I can teleport myself back to those days. They are so vivid in my mind. The power of the warmth when you walked out of your front door. Running down the road to grab a coffee, not a far distance only 100 meters, it would always trick me. By the time you get there you just buy a bottle of water, coffee seems ludicrous now your body is ramped to what feels like 50 degrees. I eventually left that little town for the city life of Melbourne. A broken heart and empty wallet can do that to you. So now I get my sunshine hit 3-4 months a year, another few months of teasing and a fair few months that remind me of home and are quite nostalgic in a way. I no longer hate the cold, I have found a sand bar to stand on, It doesn't swallow me in misery, I appreciate the seasons mother nature throws at us. There is something quite special about finding a quite corner in a cafe while everything is wet and hectic outside and you get to hide with a big mug of coffee and write your minds wanderings on a blog no one will read.
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