Living in a more tr temperate climate where the days of winter are anything from 18 to 23 degrees Celsius, sunny, or overcast, without a hint of rain.
Rarely is it so cold that a combination of wind and rain can chill you to the bone, as it does in the southern states of this country, Australia.
Today is one of those days, sunny and with an almost cloudless blue sky.
Yet I love winter, the real winter where the temperature is so cold your face starts to freeze, an experience I had one January in Chicago, or where the temperature is hovering just above freezing and there was snow everywhere.
New Yorkers I discovered do not like this very much, understandably so because it interferes with their daily lives and livelihood, but to us tourists from those warmer climes it is manna from heaven.
3-foot snow drifts in Central Park, a place where a child can easily make a snow angel, these are aspects of winter we may never see where we live.
The closest we are going to get is a classic wood fire, where we can sit by and watch the flames dance while it keeps us warm. Nights here do get cold, sometimes.
But as for a white Christmas, we have to travel to the other side of the world for that. Good thing then that their winter coincides with our Christmas and, here, generally the hottest days of the year.
In fact, hopefully by this Christmas, we might come your way, or if there’s no relief in sight, perhaps the next.
For two reasons. The first, I really do want to see the Maple Leafs play at home, and win, and Red Lobster in Times Square – no more needs to be said!