The sound of the rain outside makes for good thinking weather. I find that writing helps me organize scattered thoughts. Looking back at old notes, I found something worth revisiting. I decided to write this down before the feeling passed. I’ve been thinking about this topic for a while now. The changing seasons always make me contemplative. The quiet hours of the evening are best for reflection. Sometimes you need to sit with an idea before it makes sense. There’s a pattern here that I hadn’t seen before. Walking through the neighborhood always sparks new ideas. I was reading something interesting the other day that got me thinking. It’s remarkable how much you notice when you slow down. There’s a certain quality to the air today that feels different.