
As I sit to write about the Winter Solstice I find myself in conflict within. Here I am in a nice cosy, warm office building in the city of Melbourne and yet I have chosen (or have I) to go outside armed with some hot soup and a woolly jacket to sit in the gardens and write.
As I walk to the gardens I hesitate more than once as the shade I walk in keeps me feeling cool and wondering what on earth I am doing.












