Crazy skies all wild above me now
Winter howling at my face
And everything I held so dear
Disappeared without a trace
This week it’s been hard to wake up and get out of bed to face the cold.
Melbourne winters are something I could do without.
Even with layers of wool and scarves and a huge coat I scavenged from a jazz bar’s lost and found box, my hands are turning as white as the clouds of breath steaming out of my mouth.
I would love to sail away to a mediterranean island and spend my time in a place like this description of living on Corfu from Gerald Durrell in his book ‘My Family and Other Animals’:
“Each day had a tranquility, a timelessness about it so that you wished it would never end. But then the dark skin of the night would peel off and there would be a fresh day waiting for us glossy and colorful as a child’s transfer and with the same tinge of unreality.”
