Sometimes, the place you took refuge is the place you become stuck.
Got a few things going on at home ... hence "quiet" period. But this caught my eye the other day while I was hurrying along, and it nagged at me until I had to walk back with my phone camera.
Here we are at the end of January, and the Plane tree leaves fell in November. How did it get there without breaking? How will it get out, without breaking?