While I was waiting for summer, the winter that had just been thrown out by the collar came stumbling back through the door and sat itself at the table for seconds.

In disbelief, there was little to do but watch from my seat at the bar, as it got settled in, forgetting it was supposed to be in Australia.

I watched as it looked around, obliviously. I waited for realization, panic.

Nothing.

So I guess this is it.

May.