For the past number of months, I’ve been struggling with some personal challenges, and one of the most disagreeable side effects was that I couldn’t write.  I thought about it.  I meant to.  I wanted to.  I tried to.  I jotted down notes about things I should write about, but the writing never came.  It still feels a bit like slogging through mud, but I’m here and am hopeful that I’ve come back to a place where I can again make this part of my routine.  While I’m still brushing off the cobwebs, though, I came across a photo I took at work one day, of what can only be called a surreal, yet real, version of a child’s Matchbox car.  Don’t you wish you could see what’s behind the tinted windows?