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“January, if you love the sound of rain on a tin roof. July, if you want to see the Milky Way. November, if you are brave. But never ask an Australian which month is best,” she added, winking. “We will argue for hours.”
“This is our secret season.” June mornings were so crisp you could see your breath. July was the month of clear, cold stars and blue, cloudless days. In August, the whales passed by the coast of New South Wales, and the desert bloomed with tiny, defiant wildflowers. “This,” Miri laughed, “is when Australians wear puffy jackets. At 18 degrees.” seasons australia months
Miri picked up a handful of red soil and let it sift through her fingers. “January, if you love the sound of rain on a tin roof