Last night I was walking to where I was going and suddenly it was winter. Summer has been a teenager all season, all mood swings between thrumming heat and torrential rain, but at least we have still been able to enjoy the long light that lingers to seven o'clock, eight o'clock in the evening. Until yesterday night, when I was striding up the street through rain-soaked leaves and the streetlights were on and even the shadows had shadows. I felt that cold clutch, like I just wanted to get where I was going and fast, because it was cold and utterly dark out. Then I realised- this is exactly like mid-winter. It's February. And we have nine more months until the hope of cicada-laden, irradiant heat slowing through the night again. Yes, I felt a pang.
Luckily, for my mental health (you will be pleased to learn, no doubt) there are things to distract from the prospect of an early, long winter. Such as a newfound obsession with finding the perfect black turtleneck and cutting all my hair into a modish bob so I can feel like a Jil Sander model of the mid-Nineties (as above). I'm going to scour the GAP and op-shops until I meet success! (Yes, none of this Alexander Wang inspired cropped turtleneck business- I want long ribbed sleeves, a long ribbed trunk. I pretty much want to feel like I've stepped out of a more minimalist version of 'Murphy Brown.') Am confident this is a constructive way to keep my chin up in this cooler weather... or my neck warm at the very least.
image from AnOther Magazine