She’s back. Heavy clouds veiling the city. Trees dancing. The air whispering loudly. Birds trying to fly through invisible waves. My hands freezing in my padded pockets. Yup, the cold winds that define Wellington weather have returned.
There’s a couple more months until winter but it might as well be it now. I’m not the best when it’s winter. i don’t thrive in the cold. I never do. The tropical in me needs the heat.
