Darwin is approaching the Dry which is to be expected, but it still surprises.
This morning, I woke, only to go out on the balcony and notice a decided chill in the air.
When I say chill, I mean it was around 22 degrees, with a calming breeze and less humidity in the air. It was wonderful.
Arriving at work, the first thing that was said to me. "It feels like the dry. Better break out the cardigan."
It's not cold enough for a cardigan, but the unrelenting humidity has lessened.
But then, just as I was about to leave work this afternoon, it was bucketing down. Raining heavily enough that I went and put my work thongs on to go and have a pedicure. (Shout out to Dragon Nails on Cavanagh Street. They're lovely).
And the night before, I spent an hour sitting on the balcony watching distant thunderstorms.
As a well-known weather nerd, Darwin is great for weather.
As this is my third wet-season up here, I hate to say it, but I've got used to it.
I never thought I would say that.
I actually like the wet season.
Never thought I would say that either.
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