The nights are getting shorter. When I emerge from the confines of my workplace, the sky is now backlit instead of shrouded in black. It makes me want to take the long way back home, to walk slowly and listen to the heels of my shoes clack against the concrete. Still, this morning reminds me that summer is a long way away. But there is beauty in vast emptiness, a slate grey sky, rain which has washed everything with a slick sheen of light and reflection.