I had noticed that it had been a bit nippy in the mornings, recently... ha ha.
When my toes go numb before I've even set foot outside I know it's a cold one out there...
"Canberra has battled sub-zero mornings since Monday, making for some stunning scenes around the capital."...
Well, well, well... Somebody went to the school of poetic prose in journalism, didn't they? ha ha.
It's a reasonable guess on my part that two of the old man birds won't be coming back.
I knew when I met them that I had eight or at best twelve weeks and they'd be gone, from being my friends to being a bit of a hole in my life.
Being stoic - they're old men, one day they'll die.
But that doesn't mean I don't feel their absence as much as I did their presence.
I knew from the start that the clock was ticking, so I made the best of the time I had with them.
They had a good time here. They smiled, I smiled, We smiled, it was good, ha ha.
You want flowery "journalistic" prose? Let's add a dash of sarcasm, somehow I'm in the mood, at the moment... The exhaust plume vapour from the line of cars stopped outside the local primary school, as the kids are dropped, off fill the air and dissipate like the steam from a kangaroo's nostrils as it stands, majestically, regarding the frosty paddock around it.
It's cold. I'm cold. My friends are gone and may never return.
Yes, find a vantage point and look at the snow on the back hills...
Find a frozen spider's web and marvel at the way the light plays in it.
There is much to see, Winter here brings a feast for the senses.
But it also brings a kind of misery, a cold misery all of it's own and some days all I want to do is dwell on days that were warmer, and times that were happier.
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