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?