I have never been to Australia.
But there have been multiple daydreams about the Land Down Under especially in June during ninety-degree weather when the harsh, uncomfortable heat hits every angle of my face while strolling down either sides of the sidewalk compelling me to question why I ever complained about New York's strange winter-like cold temperatures the month before.
A New York summer is not quite as poetic in real life as an Australian winter is in my imagination. Since I can't be physically on the other side of the world, immersing myself in all that the nation-continent has to offer, as quick as my thoughts would allow, I will continuously be partial to falling down Google rabbitholes of must-see and must-do listicles in the Land Down Under during its winter months.
June and leather are conflicting thoughts just like the words December and bikini, but until I visit Australia during American summer months, I will count on those rare cool temperatures to bring out the summer leather.