There’s a pattern here that I hadn’t seen before. Sometimes you need to sit with an idea before it makes sense. The changing seasons always make me contemplative. It occurred to me while making coffee this morning. I find that writing helps me organize scattered thoughts. Sometimes the simplest observations carry the most weight. The sound of the rain outside makes for good thinking weather. Looking back at old notes, I found something worth revisiting. The morning light reminded me of a thought I had last week. There’s a certain quality to the air today that feels different. The quiet hours of the evening are best for reflection. I came across an interesting perspective while browsing online. I’ve been thinking about this topic for a while now. The more I think about it, the more nuanced it becomes.