18 juin 2024, 00:39

Tue, 18 Jun 2024 00:39:29 +0000
melbourne, frost, winter

I miss those crisp winter days from the long-ago when if the night was clear then in the morning all the lawns would be covered by thick frost that would go crunch-squeak-crunch underfoot like the world's biggest freshest stalk of celery and your breath would condense into rime in your moustache