Australia's Seasons ~upd~ [HIGH-QUALITY]

And for now, sitting on this porch with a warm mug in her hands, that felt like more than enough.

“So what happens next?” she asked.

Maggie looked up. The sky wasn't the pale, washed-out blue of a northern autumn. It was a deep, startling cobalt, the kind that made you feel like you could fall into it. The air smelled of dry earth and eucalyptus oil—not rot and decay, but a slow, quiet release. australia's seasons