The weather is beautiful in Ballarat at the moment, and the trees are alive with reds, yellows and oranges. Victoria Street, our grand boulevard that is somehow deadly quiet to traffic, is stunning. Pretty soon those massive trees will be bare and the grey skies will frame starkly the branches, reminding me of a Tim Burton film.
Each night of late I have needed an extra blanket and the heater on low. Each morning I step outside and decide I won't need a jumper. Today it was 18 degrees at 830 as I left for work, but the trick here is, at 830 18 degrees feels warm. Late in the day, when it hasn't warmed up at all, it feels cold. Why is that?
I keep looking at my beautiful winter coat and scarf, wondering when I'll need them. Soon enough. For now, I get to wear the gorgeous cotton scarf my little girl gave me for Father's Day last year, and a thin beanie my wife knitted me. Such lovely items.
In the one day I can bask in golden sun while running early, then rug up against the cold winds late in the day. It's a great time of year.
MITB
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