You feel it the minute you arrive in the Sunshine state; a loosening not just of clothing but an easing up in your approach to life. After three months of experiencing winter in three different states, Tasmania, the ACT and Victoria, I arrived on an overcast, wet day in Brisbane, Queensland. Although the sun didn’t fully emerge until the next day, I felt my spirits lift and a sense of ease overtake me. It wasn’t just the thrill of ditching my thermal underwear, essentials for a Canberra and Melbourne winter, but the feeling that life was easier and I could proceed with plans and projects which had been in abeyance during the cold, winter dark. Perhaps its just a perception but whenever I return north of the NSW border I find the people more relaxed and willing to enter into conversations both casual and deep and meaningful.
“Summer, after all, is a time when wonderful things can happen to quiet people. For those few months, you’re not required to be who everyone thinks you are, and that cut-grass smell in the air and the chance to dive into the deep end of a pool give you a courage you don’t have the rest of the year. You can be grateful and easy, with no eyes on you, and no past. Summer just opens the door and lets you out.”
―Deb Caletti, Honey, Baby, Sweetheart
Does a warmer climate affect people in this way? It seems so to me and the words of George Gershwin’s summertime ring true…
Queensland is perhaps the only state in Australia to have its own form of architecture known as the Queenslander. Such houses are elevated to allow for ventilation during the long, hot and humid summers. The corrugated iron roofs, verandahs and balustrades all add to the charm of this unique and practical design.
Its so easy to feel at home, at ease in such a building and to savour the knowledge that by the time you venture south again winter will be over for another year…hooray!
“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby