felt strange. The heat finally broke, leaves turned rusty red and orange—but not on oaks. On eucalypts . And instead of a slow, sad end, it was a harvest. Apples, pumpkins, and walnuts filled the markets. “This is our autumn,” Aunt Chloe said. “We’re saying goodbye to heat, not to light.”
The flight attendant announced their descent, and Liam peered out the window, expecting frost-covered fields. Instead, he saw golden beaches, people in shorts, and a bright, warm sun glinting off the harbor. season months australia
came. Back home, it would be Christmas snowmen and hot cocoa. Here, he wore board shorts, grilled prawns on the beach, and a man in a Santa hat rode a surfboard past him. “Happy Christmas, mate!” people yelled under a scorching sun. It was summer. The jacaranda trees were blooming purple, and the days stretched hot and lazy until February. felt strange
For Liam, everything was upside down.
He stepped off the plane into a blast of dry, winter air—but it was 22°C (72°F). “Where’s the snow?” he asked his Aunt Chloe, who was waiting in flip-flops and sunglasses. And instead of a slow, sad end, it was a harvest
By , Liam had been there a full year. He sat by a crackling outdoor fireplace, wrapped in a hoodie, watching the Southern Cross glow in the clear, cold sky. It was winter. No snow, just crisp mornings, mist over the mountains, and the shortest day of the year.
When Liam moved from snowy Chicago to sunny Brisbane in July, he packed his thickest coat, woolly hats, and snow boots.