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They sat in the warm shed, the tin roof ticking as the drizzle intensified. Through the open door, Maya watched a pair of rosellas fluff themselves against the cold in a bare almond tree. It wasn't the postcard winter. There was no snowman, no sleigh ride, no chestnuts roasting. But there was this: the hiss of rain on ironbark, the smell of woodsmoke and wet wool, and the quiet, stubborn promise of spring hiding just beneath the frosty ground.

Maya zipped her fleece to her chin and stepped onto the veranda of the old cottage. The temperature read four degrees Celsius—nothing by Canadian standards, she knew, but this damp cold was a different animal. She pulled a knitted beanie over her ears and smiled. Two years in Australia, and she still couldn't get used to a winter solstice without a white Christmas. Instead, the vines across the valley were bare skeletons, the grass a faded khaki, and the sky a low, bruised pearl. winter months in australia

Maya thought about it. “Sometimes. But I think I’d miss this more if I left.” They sat in the warm shed, the tin