I'm not sure what to write.
I could talk more about the trip to Berlin, or other events during the hectic part of the end of the year. Could - there would be plenty to write about - but don't feel like doing so at the moment. My time in Berlin seems like something I don't wish to look back on right now - a wonderful experience all round, but somehow it seems hermetically sealed, I don't feel ok with dwelling upon it or any of the details at the present time.
I imagine that I'll feel the urge to write about such experiences when the right triggers occur, but for now I'm happy to leave them alone, it's refreshing for once not to feel the urge to look back.
But still there's an odd sense of limbo.
There should be a few occurrences afoot in the near future, some movement (hopefully anyway). Some of which won't happen without my planning, some of which are beyond my control at least to a large extent - and there's always the possibility of events unforeseen, whether good or bad. Still, there's nothing overt or tangible which I can share here just yet.
So I'm currently left with a sense that things just are.
It's actually quite welcome, and is perhaps serving as respite: it just doesn't feel like it's left me much to write about.