Pickles, cherry blossoms & facial mist

on moon-days 〰

hi all 〰

I can’t help but talk about the weather again.

When you don’t live in Australia, you might think it always looks like the image below, but if you do, you’ll know the last few summers — the most glorious season, whom in our privileged memories, still smells like mangos and sausages and salty air, has looked instead like red skies, tired lungs an…