Twenty-Two
This is what she said:
All things begin and all things end, or so it had once seemed to me. But now I know that one thing always was, is, and shall be. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be. There is only one necessary thing, only one lesson: Love
November had always been Kathryn’s favourite month. Spring, building in beauty and intensity, reaches its spectacular climax in November. On Sydney’s North Shore, the jacaranda trees cannot contain their heavy load of purple flowers and so they shed them on the ground, creating a wall-to-wall mauve carpet across the suburbs.
The heat builds, too, and the year speeds up as it approaches its frantic, carnivalesque end: the long degustation of December, with its parties, and beaches, and outdoor Christmas season’s eati
