Began assembling this edition in the days before Christmas, but life intervened – as it does – with travel and gatherings, with champagne bubbles rising in crystal and candles burning low into the night. Now it’s Boxing Day, and the introduction I’d written has slipped out of time, no longer quite fitting the moment we’re in.
The clocks went back this past Sunday, and all anyone can talk about is how dark it’s become. It is dark, and it will take some adjusting. After all, it’s that season again – the one Hemingway said made you sad without knowing why.
WE SPENT the weekend watching the tennis, and whilst the women’s singles final was less than stellar, the men’s final was gripping. With white wine in cut crystal glasses and the last of the July sun streaming in, we couldn’t tear ourselves away from the three hours and four...
We have established ourselves at the seaside since last Saturday, where the rhythm of daily life has gradually aligned itself with something more fundamental—the steady pulse of tides beyond our window.
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