Baby, Its Cold Outside

It’s only the second day of autumn, but already the seeds of another bleak and dreary Melbourne winter have been sown. Stretching from March to October, Winter turns this already dreary city depressing.

With daylight lasting merely a few short hours, the sun a distant memory, and a constant wind that cuts to the bone, winter in this city is my least favourite time of year. The city turns a paler shade of grey, and any splash of colour is subdued.

A Melbourne winter brings with it not only the struggle to stay warm, but a struggle to maintain a level of happiness. Time outdoors is limited to cigarettes and the daily commute. Lethargy quickly sets in, and getting out of bed becomes not only a struggle, but a fight.

This year, I’m not sure I have the strength to fight it.