Leo nodded. "June to August. But the good stuff? It happens right now."
Maya stared at the snow globe on her desk—a gift from her grandmother in Boston. Inside, a tiny pine tree sagged under perfect white flakes. She shook it, watched the blizzard swirl, and sighed. when is winter in australia
"Missing the cold?" asked Leo, sliding into the chair beside her. Outside the window of their Sydney office, the jacarandas were dropping purple blossoms onto sun-baked pavement. The air smelled of eucalyptus and salt. Leo nodded
"That's adorable," Maya said.
"Adorable?" Leo feigned offense. "We get frost in the Blue Mountains. The kangaroos look grumpy. And have you ever tried to light a fireplace when it’s 12 degrees and drizzling? It's a battle of wills." watched the blizzard swirl
