Summer is Here

After 9 months of living in Christchurch, there are some words that I have not the liberty of using and have been completely erased from my consciousness. But one of them have suddenly sprouted back into my brain. It is like inadvertently stepping on a rake and it suddenly springs up and hits you right on the nose. You are quickly reminded that it is there on the ground and that you must be wary of what it can do to you.

I am talking of the word 'heat'. After all, it is already summer in this part of the hemisphere. It is that time of the year when you "dream of a white Christmas" and "folks dress up like eskimos", but you see Santa perspiring profusely as he is hurrying down the street to buy some ice cream from the corner dairy. It is like being back in that little coconut island by the great sea.

Alas, the white Christmas remains a dream for this brownie after being transplanted into the land where the water flushes in the opposite direction (or so they say, but I have not made an official study on that yet). But don't get me wrong. After almost a year of being in a white Christmasy climate, you begin to be thankful that there is such a thing as global warming. Of course I am against mass destruction, and I wholeheartedly support self preservation, but sometimes I get distracted and wander from my path. Then prolonged exposure to heat snaps me back to reality like being violently nudged by my wife after almost falling asleep on a boring speaker. And then you wish for Autumn to come long before you have opened your Christmas presents!