One Summer's Day
Insects, insects....as we travel along the freeway, numerous members of the insect kingdom hurl themselves on to the front of the all-wheel drive, splattering their bits and limbs on the bonnet, the grill and the windscreen mirror. We as humans head in one direction in speeds faster than we can physically manage ourselves, and we meet against these flying creatures also moving in a hurry through the air - except that they are in the opposite direction, and they collide not with us, but with our metal, glass and plastic structures that we protect ourselves in.
Insects also come out in colony groups in this warm season - whether they be scrambling on our ceilings, walls and shelves, or weaving sticky webs that are as strong as Velcro - as we humans congregate into shopping centres for the sales or in front of strangers' houses to admire their Christmas lights. If one were an insect, then one could have an overview of the endless line of vehicles along the major highways of the nation - if one kept high enough and did not fly into such a vehicle first. South of Wollongong is the gloriously beautiful and relatively inexpensive South Coast of New South Wales - and escapees from the Big Smoke lined up patiently in the sun to get to their cabins by the ocean.
And then there are the double demerit points for licenses of drivers over the festive season, stretching over two weeks. No such penalties are imposed for Melbourne Cup Day, or sports game finals, but come long weekends with a public holiday thrown in, main arteries are monitored with the dread of losing one's driving license and a couple of hundreds of dollars in fines.
Maybe this is all necessary. The interesting mixture of alcohol, seafood, fruits and a laid back atmosphere should induce one to a cosy nap in bed. However, many have to drive long distances, to catch up with in-laws, loved ones or just fulfil the need for a sheer physical escape - and this means jumping into the car, ute or motor bike. Along the way, groups settle for fast food, with all its additives and hyperactive potential.
Instead of snow storms, stranded passengers at airports and scurrying neighbours all decked up in extra clothes, an Australian Christmas offers long days of watching cricket; sunshades, board shorts and singlets; surf, barbies and stubbies; carolling under tropical-like sunsets; reunion gatherings with really non-Christmassy fare; and practically days of forgetting about our other existence. Maybe the hordes of insects are also rushing for the same things as us, activated by the humidity and heat, but at least they are not vulnerable to double demerit points.
As for me, once I had found a quite moment, I had settled down to an anime session of "Howl's Moving Castle' on the telly. I was munching cherries, grapes, plums, nectarines and R2E2 mangoes - hey sunset was late in the evening. That to me defined the meaning of being "switched off" - after a perfect summer's day with friends.
Insects also come out in colony groups in this warm season - whether they be scrambling on our ceilings, walls and shelves, or weaving sticky webs that are as strong as Velcro - as we humans congregate into shopping centres for the sales or in front of strangers' houses to admire their Christmas lights. If one were an insect, then one could have an overview of the endless line of vehicles along the major highways of the nation - if one kept high enough and did not fly into such a vehicle first. South of Wollongong is the gloriously beautiful and relatively inexpensive South Coast of New South Wales - and escapees from the Big Smoke lined up patiently in the sun to get to their cabins by the ocean.
And then there are the double demerit points for licenses of drivers over the festive season, stretching over two weeks. No such penalties are imposed for Melbourne Cup Day, or sports game finals, but come long weekends with a public holiday thrown in, main arteries are monitored with the dread of losing one's driving license and a couple of hundreds of dollars in fines.
Maybe this is all necessary. The interesting mixture of alcohol, seafood, fruits and a laid back atmosphere should induce one to a cosy nap in bed. However, many have to drive long distances, to catch up with in-laws, loved ones or just fulfil the need for a sheer physical escape - and this means jumping into the car, ute or motor bike. Along the way, groups settle for fast food, with all its additives and hyperactive potential.
Instead of snow storms, stranded passengers at airports and scurrying neighbours all decked up in extra clothes, an Australian Christmas offers long days of watching cricket; sunshades, board shorts and singlets; surf, barbies and stubbies; carolling under tropical-like sunsets; reunion gatherings with really non-Christmassy fare; and practically days of forgetting about our other existence. Maybe the hordes of insects are also rushing for the same things as us, activated by the humidity and heat, but at least they are not vulnerable to double demerit points.
As for me, once I had found a quite moment, I had settled down to an anime session of "Howl's Moving Castle' on the telly. I was munching cherries, grapes, plums, nectarines and R2E2 mangoes - hey sunset was late in the evening. That to me defined the meaning of being "switched off" - after a perfect summer's day with friends.
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