Chapter Thirty-Eight: Four Seasons in One Day (~jinghan)
Yesterday it was raining when I woke up. It was raining when I had breakfast. It was raining when I had lunch. It was raining when I had dinner. It was still raining when I went to bed.
The weather has been unfairly deceptive, for two weeks I had switched to spring-clothing, a skirt and everything! Flowers adorned every plant in the university, and the air was heavy with fragrances and pollen. And suddenly it’s winter again. There’s even snow forecasted for up in the mountains (in October!)
This morning I woke up and it was raining. Five minutes later, when I went downstairs to have breakfast, it was blindingly sunny outside, with bright morning light bouncing off the glossy wet leaves of all the plants in the backyard.
A Melbourne weather… my feelings for you can only be described as a love-hate relationship.
Melbourne Uni is fairly lovely when it rains, in my opinion. But I also object to all my books getting wet. But I also enjoy the smell of rain. But I also hate awkwardly carrying a dripping umbrella around. But I love the way umbrellas look when there are so many around. But I hate the way it’s impossible to tell what to wear on any given day. But I love the way everyone has a different approach. Love/hate.