Bed Bonds

Onesie: Bonds Australia; Hat: Nirvanna Designs; Socks: Uniqlo; All photos by XSSAT Photography
As cold as the garbage-lined streets are, and as tiring as walking down a way-too-breezy street clutching at your coat and pulling your beanie down far enough that you almost can't see where you're going, nothing beats the sigh of relief as heating grabs you by the neck as soon as you walk into any internal building. The heating in our apartment is turned up so high that sometimes at night I'll wake in a sweaty mess, blinking in the dark and forgetting it's December in the Northern Hemisphere.
Getting a Bonds onesie on and supplementing it with thick socks and the single beanie that has decided to take up permanent residence on my head helps me straddle the metaphorical temperature equator - my mind is in sunny Sydney and the barely clothed days of last Summer, and my body is firmly frozen in place as my hands fumble like bricks attached to my arms and I still take delight at breathing out and forming hot clouds in the air (I'm not 5 but my hobbies remain the same).
There was a decent amount of snow yesterday before it became too warm and turned into rain - walking in a light snowstorm felt like a dream, where everything was muffled and nobody was on the streets - the flakes falling into my eyes like a thousand tiny stabby, wonderful, incredible daggers. I'm not the first Australian to wax lyrical about frozen rain, and I won't be the last - and as many other Australians who have charged through the bleak Winter and survived, I'm finally learning how to juggle my FOMO for frozen Paddlepops, and a growing appreciation for the quiet magic that is Winter.