The reflection of the buildings glistened at the damp pavement. It rippled as the fast paced steps of people brave enough to get to work this morning. There was a gush of icy cold breeze that blew the tail ends of their scarves. Arms folded, hoping to lessen the impact of the cold. It’s the end of June, kind of. Now we enter the middle of winter, where ice is falling, wind is blowing harder and sky is darker earlier than lunch time.
To say it’s not my favorite season is an understatement. I never found the beauty of winter. The one time I experienced snow in Wellington, I hated it. Sure there were snowball fights, but it lasted a good happy hour. Now it’s just wet and icy; the adjectives I only associate with ice cream. The colder the weather is, the more in touch I become with my tropical-ness. I yearn for the beach, the sun, the heat. The kind of weather that just calls for a dip at the pool, ice-cold lemon ice tea, and barbeque grilling. Yeah, well I got a good few more months until then. For now, we’ll endure this weather.
