This morning I resumed my early morning walks across the parks, which gives me time to think and reflect before the start of the day.   I have written several times of St. James’s Park, less often of Green Park, its less ostentateous sibling, rising up from Buckingham Palace to Piccadilly in a series of barely discernible undulations.   I like the atmosphere of people walking diagonally across the park on their way to work from Victoria as the sun rises and the shadows are longer at this time of year: