winter moods: fighting fire with ice

When I woke up this morning it was -4 (celsius, no idea about fahrenheit) outside. The beast from the east had struck. Slapped us across the face hard. I flicked through my phone in a vain attempt to postpone the inevitable. My Aussie friends and their Facebook pictures of the blue sky, yellow sand Antipodean summer did not encourage me to get out from beneath the sheets, duvet (doona), blanket, and drug haze.

It’s evening time now. The central heating is doing its job and the other side of the fence is fading. Sure the summer is a powerful drawcard, but the winter has a haunting beauty too. See…