I know, it’s a bit trite to write about the weather. But come on team – it’s SPRIIIIIIIING!

Typically, I shiver through winter while trying to ignore Manfriend’s daily recital of the weather in North Queensland,
whence he hails: 25 and sunny. 25 and sunny. 25 and – you get the idea. But I love layering up in winter snugglies: long socks, big scarves, cosy jumpers and the like, so I deal.

And I loooove seeing spring emerge, both in the parks and gardens and, more so, in the attitudes of people around the place. This might even be more apparent in Melbourne, given our proclivity to black clothing and uninviting game faces as we bustle about our daily lives. Through winter, we’re hunched over, introspective, walled in by our black overcoats and low umbrellas.

But at the first hint of springtime, we start to sprout. Like the sun through clouds, we peek hesitant smiles at strangers on the train. Emerging flowers are reflected in the bright pop of a coloured scarf. Everyone is suddenly outside, sharing a group fitness class, playing with their dog or picnicking with friends and family.

I slow down, soak it in with my head held high, and I smile. It’s pretty awesome.