Shades of crimson and golden and the hues in between… they are exquisitely beautiful and yet, I am not photographing enough of Paris in its autumn colours. I could think of many spots which I should go but I am paralysed by an inertia anchored by a strange lethargy that I couldn’t quite put my fingers on. With some encouragement from F, we went out for a stroll, breathing in the crisp, chilled air of a November evening.

I’m pondering if it’s the imminent arrival of the year end that had me frozen to the spot, at the thought of how much more I had wanted to do but haven’t yet got round to them. I don’t think I have been particularly unproductive and still I feel I could have done better. Much better. Have I been taking things a little too easy? Work has been and will always be hectic, but that’s no excuse to skip out from a rounded personal life. Could be sign I need a few quiet days to regroup my thoughts too.

A kind of stock take.

Maybe.