Outside, a gust of wind picked up. It carried the scent of damp earth—the promise of rain. In Australia, autumn meant the return of the rain. After months of cracked soil and dry creek beds, the sound of thunder was not a threat, but a promise.
‘Long black?’ asked Sarah, the barista, who knew his order but asked anyway. when autumn in australia
He turned into the laneway that led to ‘The Daily Grind,’ a coffee shop housed in a brick building that predated the skyscrapers casting long shadows over the street. The smell hit him first—roasted beans and the faint, dusty scent of rain that hadn't fallen yet. Outside, a gust of wind picked up