“Obviously,” Leo grinned.
That was the law of the land. While the rest of the world huddled by fireplaces and scraped frost from windshields, Leo’s world turned blindingly bright. The gum trees outside his window drooped, exhausted, in the 40-degree heat. The air tasted of eucalyptus, salt, and sunscreen. The backyard cricket pitch—a worn patch of grass with a wheelie bin for a wicket—was the center of the universe. summer months for australia
February was a long, slow burn. The storms would roll in by late afternoon—bruise-purple clouds that split the sky with lightning and dumped rain so hard the gutters sang. Then, as quickly as they came, they vanished, leaving the world steaming and a double rainbow over the tin roofs of the suburb. “Obviously,” Leo grinned