Daily sunset procession of little penguins on Phillip Island.
Australian summer is a crucible. It tests your patience, your skin, and your sanity. It melts your chocolate and curdles your milk. It is too loud, too hot, too long. australian summer
One morning in late November, you step outside to hang the washing and the air hits you—not like warmth, but like a held breath. By mid-December, the screen door slams shut with a hollow clack that will become the rhythm of the next three months. The gum trees, ever the drama queens, start shedding bark in long, peeling strips, as if shrugging off last season’s skin. The cicadas begin their relentless, electric sawing, a frequency that bypasses the ears and drills straight into the base of the brain. Daily sunset procession of little penguins on Phillip Island