North.

So I'm becoming accustomed to the cold weather here in Melbourne. Us humans can adapt to anything and there are colder places on the planet. After ten years in a warmer climate I do have to wonder why humans would want to adapt to the cold? I just can't wait to get out, head north, living on a tropical island and shivering is like owning a heater and not turning it on.

People live where they live for many reasons. Work, family, lover, what attracts us is usually pretty simple. I moved here, against my better judgement, for a lover. Climate often seems to be the last reason people think of. I wonder why? We talk about weather constantly, it affects us all, yet it is an afterthought when we set up home somewhere.

Now that I am used to a six week Winter that hardly justifies wearing the wooly scarf name of that season I can't imagine why anyone chooses to live in a place with a six month Winter? Why would you? Do you like your family that much? Poets employ grey skies to denote sadness and depression, the sky here is an endless sadness, look up and weep.

Here on the other side of the planet we head north to find warmth. My mind is heading north every day. I once wrote a song claiming that I'd come back to Melbourne only in a casket. A beautiful girl made a liar of me. She also reminded me why I left in the first place. For me the cold here isn't just in the weather, it's in my memories.

I may not have the wherewithal to head north until early next year. When I do it will be for the last time. I'll return when someone pays me to play here, fly north again the next day. I don't want to become accustomed to the cold of this place.

Parkstreet.
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