from sydney to snow

I circle the mist off the window and stare at a snowy graveyard. It’s not sad or creepy but beautiful. Snow makes everything beautiful – even London. The air is crisp and cold and people are hidden beneath layers of clothing but the chill is worth it because you get to make snowmen and throw snowballs and everyone smiles despite themselves.
As the bus hurtles forward I consider the contrast to being in sunny Sydney just five days ago and at the time that seemed far preferable to a British winter. But there is a lot to be said for the comfortable familiarity of home and I can’t say I’m altogether sad to be back, just sad to leave family behind. Then again, what’s a twenty-nine hour trip around the globe on Air China, complete with reconstituted Chinese take-out and less legroom than usual (unbelievable, I know)?
The other side of the world isn’t always as far as it seems. It’s only when you consider the change in weather that you realise quite how far it is.