It's winter. The trees have lost their leaves.
I feel I should write some evocative words about winter and bare trees and overcast days, but after another day of trawling through files for answers I don't think I'm going to find, the words aren't there.
Maybe I need to take more time to go to the park, to sit and look at the trees, notice the colours, and forget about the grey building I spend a lot of my life in.
No pressure, just sit and be for a few moments. If some words come, then great.
If not, it won't matter. One day, when I'm least expecting it, they will.