no men like snowmen

01:55 15th February 2014

I played in the snow today, like a little kid. Shovelled it like I was uncovering a lost treasure chest filled with many yen. It consumed my ankles then my knees, like quicksand, only to quickly melt and somehow become colder as it did.


We were just in the front yard clearing the air-conditioning unit so that it didn’t pump the white fluffy stuff around the house, or explode.

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I’ve gained some understanding of what my northern hemispherical friends mean now when they talk about winter. Dull, lifeless trees are contrasted with a layer of frosting, streets lined with layers of vanilla icecream.We made a snowman, he had a hat. He’ll be lucky to make it through the night, he has only the courage and brains that we gave him.


In Australia, it’s near the water: pool, beach or otherwise, where grown adults rediscover their childish, uninhibited nature that leads them to dunk a mate or splash or dig a big hole in the sand, just coz.


But here it’s snowballs and snowmen, a whole new world that falls upon your doorstep, sometimes when you least expect it and I don’t care if I never see it again.




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