I'm sitting in the reading room in the tower of the law library. It's Sunday evening. Twilight. The sun has sunk and the light is soft, orange, humming. There's a breeze ruffling the leaves of the blue gum tree across the street. As Sophie and I walked up the road, everything was quiet, Sundayish. The bells started to ring marking 7 o'clock. The reading room is quiet, noise muffled by the hundreds of books lining the walls. Caroline and I are sitting at the big table in the middle of the room. Sophie is happily curled up in a reading chair next to the window. Above our heads, the rafters soar.
Who could be unhappy, reading here?
xx
