Missing December (#91 of 365)

What spring means in Canberra.

It was a spring day. It was grey with a gloomy wind. A typical Canberra spring. Where winter forgets to leave and summer is always running late. She sat by her window, wishing the sun would say hello. The grumbly clouds have bullied her enough the past few months. She missed the December heat, wanting its return with a warm hug. She needed that friend now.

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