It is winter in Sydney but sometimes I think the seasons are rather arbitrary. Today the maximum temperature was supposed to be 23 deg C but it only made it to 20 deg C. Needless to say everyone at the train station was rugged up in coats, gloves and scarves. If it was 20deg C in the middle of summer we would be wearing t shirts and shorts. But, we have been conditioned to think it is winter and feel cold as a result.
My house knows it is winter and it is 17deg C this evening - inside that is, with a heater. Outside the temperature is marginally warmer - 17.4deg.
I wonder why I am obsessed with knowing what the temperature is going to be or is? Is it to be prepared and wear the right clothes? Is it to reassure myself that it is really cold? Is it to see if the weather bureau gets it right/wrong? Is it to remind myself what season we are supposed to be in?
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