“Tea?” Her aunt Val appeared, holding two mugs. “Earl Grey. It’s that kind of afternoon.”
They sat in silence as the light thickened into gold. A kookaburra started its maniacal laugh somewhere down the street, and Maggie realized she’d stopped shivering. She’d been waiting for snow. But what she got instead was this: an autumn that felt like a deep, gentle breath before a winter full of purple flowers and birdsong. australia's seasons