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Then you emerge, salt-stung, and find a stray chip buried in the sand. A seagull watches you with the cold, predatory intelligence of a dinosaur.

On Christmas Day, you eat prawns and mangoes, not roast turkey. You drink bubbles on a deck while wearing a floral shirt and shorts. You listen to the Boxing Day Test on AM radio while the fan oscillates. You go for a swim at 9pm, the water still warm from the day, the streetlights reflecting off the black glass of the bay. australian summer

This is a summer of extremes, and Australians love to recite its liturgy. Then you emerge, salt-stung, and find a stray

But when you smell that first jasmine of October, or feel that first blast of dry air from an open car window in November, you realise you missed it. You missed the burn. Because underneath all the sweat, the spider fears, and the melted ice cream, there is a raw, beautiful, sun-drunk joy. You drink bubbles on a deck while wearing

There is no sky like an Australian summer sky at night. After the heat breaks—usually with a violent, theatrical thunderstorm that drops two inches of rain in twenty minutes and knocks out the power—you step outside. The Milky Way is a spill of diamond dust. The Southern Cross hangs low. A fruit bat (or "flying fox") flaps overhead like a leathery omen.