There's a unique beauty to the Australian winter that's hard to put into words, and it's even more pronounced where I now live.
Winter mornings here aren't just cold; they're refreshingly crisp. There's a freshness in the air that makes you feel alive the moment you step outside, your breath visible in the chilly air. The sky, a canvas of the purest blue, stretches out above you. This peaceful serenity offers a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of city life, inviting you to pause and take it all in.
And then there's the magnificent sun. In winter, there's seldom wind, no clouds to block its rays, you feel its warmth reaching through to your bones.
And it feels amazing.
But as enchanting as the days are, they're fleeting. By 5pm the sun has has already set.
I find I don't mind this at all.
Like a true Aussie, I've started to rise with the first light to make the best of the new glourious days, filled with promise and potential. And when I get to welcome the new winter day, by doing what I love the most, I feel truly blessed.