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They sat in silence as the light thickened into gold. A kookaburra started its maniacal laugh somewhere down the street, and Maggie realized she’d stopped shivering. She’d been waiting for snow. But what she got instead was this: an autumn that felt like a deep, gentle breath before a winter full of purple flowers and birdsong.

Maggie took a sip. “It’s strange,” she said. “Everyone at home is posting about ‘spring cleaning’ and tulips. Meanwhile, you’re wearing a cardigan and talking about the autumn leaves.” australia's seasons

She pulled her cardigan tighter, not because she was cold, but because she finally understood. Australia’s seasons didn’t turn on the calendar. They turned on the scent of the rain coming up from the south, on the angle of the shadows under the peppercorn trees, on the quiet promise that even in July, the world would not freeze—it would only rest. They sat in silence as the light thickened into gold

“That’s backwards,” Maggie whispered. But what she got instead was this: an

“So what happens next?” she asked.

She watched a single bronze leaf from the liquidambar tree peel away and spiral onto the lawn. It landed next to a jacaranda seed pod that looked like a wooden truffle. The sun was still generous, but it hung lower now, slanting through the eucalyptus at a shy angle, turning the backyard the colour of honey.