When winter segues into spring in Sydney strange things start to happen.
Yesterday I walked out into the Surry Hills sunshine after teaching for two hours. There was a sticky suffocating heat slithering along the sides of buildings.
Twenty minutes later I left Hurstville train station to be hit by an icy wind that nearly hurled me sideways.
There are two opposing weather forces sandwiching Sydney – the red desert and the icy blue sea. As they slug it out for supremacy Sydneysiders appear remarkably unconcerned. For me and, I have noticed, for the Minx – this weather is discombobulating, it affects us like pins and needles in a body part we can’t find.
The Minx cannot find comfort in her life or dealings with others just now. Seemingly inconsequential things throw her headlong into a white rage.
Seemingly inconsequential things like –
None of her shoes are tight enough. She pulls the Velcro straps so hard that she snaps them.
Today my husband is taking her to but a pair of shoes with laces.
Let’s just see what happens next.