Today is the first day of Winter in the Southern hemisphere. [EDIT: See Verity's comment below correcting this! It's was the Winter Solstice but various countries down here, including South Africa, say winter begins on the first of June.] The backwards leap in the progression of seasons has been one of the strangest things about moving here, even though we enjoyed an extremely (almost ridiculously) mild winter in Pittsburgh and now live in a place that generally enjoys mild winters.
It’s not so much the actual weather as it is the alienation of having June, July, and August be winter months. I’m programmed to yearn for barbecue and flowy dresses and sandals and bikinis at this time of year, but I get stews and jackets and boots and scarves instead. I don’t want those now. I just had those.
My twitter feed is full of complaints about how hot it is, interspersed with appreciation of summery treats like days spent outside or frozen fruity boozy drinks. But it’s not just jealousy, it’s that being in the opposite season from most of the people in my life (and the opposite season my brain and body THINK I should be in) exacerbates my feelings of loneliness and displacement.
All that being said, if I have to go through winter again this year, it might as well be a winter like this one:
[From Weather Underground]