I’m not sure where this train of thought will lead. I was reading something interesting the other day that got me thinking. I find that writing helps me organize scattered thoughts. The changing seasons always make me contemplative. Looking back at old notes, I found something worth revisiting. There’s a pattern here that I hadn’t seen before. Walking through the neighborhood always sparks new ideas. The more I think about it, the more nuanced it becomes. A conversation with a friend brought this to mind. I decided to write this down before the feeling passed. There’s a certain quality to the air today that feels different. I’ve started paying more attention to everyday moments.