I’ve always been curious about the way things connect. I wanted to write down these thoughts before they faded. Looking back at old notes, I found something worth revisiting. The quiet hours of the evening are best for reflection. The more I think about it, the more nuanced it becomes. It occurred to me while making coffee this morning. The morning light reminded me of a thought I had last week. The changing seasons always make me contemplative. A conversation with a friend brought this to mind. Walking through the neighborhood always sparks new ideas. I’m not sure where this train of thought will lead.