Although I have lived in Victoria for more than half my life, it has taken me almost all those years to become used to the cold winter days of this sensuous state. And although I still consider myself a Queenslander through and through (I really do mean that), it only took hours experiencing the beauty of the Victorian seasons (from inside my furnace hot home or car), to appreciate them. Who can deny that a gust of wind that scoops up the entire street of golden sunset coloured autumn leaves, and rains them down on you like a slow motion Disney movie, is not entirely beautiful in every sense. It was. But the temperature that accompanies at least a couple, and sometimes ALL of these seasons, is really not for my fine china bones.