For every Ying there’s always a Yang.
Think too hard and you can find yourself easily getting depressed about this time of year – with this weather comes bushfire, smoke haze, drought, water restrictions, flies, mozzies, cockies, sweat, stinky bosses and dust storms.
There’s your Ying – which is important to contemplate, but I also dream about the Yang:- this time of year the skies are blue, you can sit on your balcony at night without wearing two jumpers, the birds are singing, the beautiful people are wearing less, you can cruise the streets with the stereo pumping and your arm on the sill (or alternatively roll in your 5.0 with your rag top down so your hair can blow – but only if you’re a white male rapper), walk with a spring in your step, and romantic thoughts seem to come naturally without any kind of brain strain.
(insert tacky Italian accent here)
Life is beautiful no?