He sat on a red rock as the sun set over the Ord River. The thermometer in his rental car said 39°C. A single fat drop of rain hit his hand.
Winter. June. He went to Uluru, where the search result said "Night: 5°C." But the desert lied in the opposite direction. The day hit 20, pleasant enough. Then the sun dropped like a stone, and the temperature cratered to 2°C. He huddled in a sleeping bag, staring at stars so sharp they looked like cuts in the fabric of space. June was the month of mulled wine in the desert, of red dust freezing under a silver moon. australia temperature by month
January was coming. And the great Australian crawl would begin all over again. He sat on a red rock as the sun set over the Ord River