‘Tis the season to fill columns with clichés, where green sets the background for red Claus’, sparkling is not the wine I’m drinking – rather the reflection on the tinsel – and gold is the thing that sets an Aussie festive season apart from the northern hemisphericals as they huddle blanketed before their fires.The golden glow of sunlight that is.
We divide our lives into two parts; those involving sunlight and those not involving sunlight. It’s either Lady Jane at 1pm or a darkened room at a club or sauna. ‘Join me for coffee’ translates to ‘I want to see what you look like kissed by the sun’. ‘Let’s do dinner’ is actually ‘Don’t care much for the face, but the rest was or is good in the half light’.
We head to sporting events when the sun shines. The beaches, of course, with packed beach volleyball courts, lots of spectators at ironman/woman events, dragon boating, swimming, tennis, soccer, rowing and sailing to name just a few. Look at the attending numbers at indoor events when it is a beach day; they can be counted on one hand.
Frontrunners flock to Centennial when it is sunny, and sleep in when the sun forgets to push back the cumulous-stratus curtains.
In the dark, shade or dim light of pubs and clubs, we find a lack of honesty, integrity and openness. It is obvious really, darkness makes it easy to hide things. So we have joined the revolution who turn the golden eye into a usable energy source.
I can now afford to use my computer again, and turn on the underfloor heating, or even air conditioning. Yes, we’ve gone green. Yellow actually, using the sun.
I can dash out the front to marvel at the KW/h dashing back and forth between our home and the coal-fired power substations. So we are doing our little bit.
Now go on, get out and do your little bit. With the Silly Season in full swing, I am sure you will over eat, over drink and over drink some more, then dash over to Aunty Beryl’s for just a light tea. Why? Stick to a simple routine, and get out to play, there are lots of choices at: www.teamsydney.org.au