This is a summer of extremes, and Australians love to recite its liturgy.
Australian summer is a crucible. It tests your patience, your skin, and your sanity. It melts your chocolate and curdles your milk. It is too loud, too hot, too long. australian summer
On Christmas Day, you eat prawns and mangoes, not roast turkey. You drink bubbles on a deck while wearing a floral shirt and shorts. You listen to the Boxing Day Test on AM radio while the fan oscillates. You go for a swim at 9pm, the water still warm from the day, the streetlights reflecting off the black glass of the bay. This is a summer of extremes, and Australians