When we arrived here in New Zealand last March, autumn was just beginning to creep in. We would see people wearing their light jackets on the streets but all around us were verdant trees and nary a sign of what just a couple of months will do to them. Of course, Onie and I had our 'winter clothes' on already, having just transplanted from lush tropical Philippines with coconut trees a swayin' and a lone guitar man singing "wilcam tu di hutil kali purnya".
Zip to the present. We just woke up to a very cold 1 degree celsius morning (outside temperature). I was warm inside my blanket, with a comforter on top, and Onie beside me. My ears and nose were cold though. One look at the temperature gauge beside the the bed, which read 9 deg C inside, and I knew it was going to be very difficult for me to leave my warm bed. It was already 8:30am on the clock and I still have to shower and dress up. It's a good thing I do not need to go the office today.
Just after shower, I saw Onie coming into the house from outside, telling me the grass seem pale this morning and reckoned that there is frost. I donned my sweater, grabbed my camera and made a dash for the grass. Talk about dedication to the craft. And true enough, after less than 3 minutes in the freeze, I had to hastily retreat into the warm confines of the house.
The frost slowly dissipates though as the day grows warmer.
Winter has arrived, albeit early. The once verdant trees have turned into golden colors, and most have already shed its leaves. The kiwis now wear the same kind of clothes that trendsetters Onie and I have been wearing for the past few months. A smug grin on our faces betray that feeling of 'practice makes perfect' attitude as we walk out and unto the streets this morning!
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