Something about rainy days makes everything feel more vivid. There’s a pattern here that I hadn’t seen before. The more I think about it, the more nuanced it becomes. The quiet hours of the evening are best for reflection. The morning light reminded me of a thought I had last week. There’s something deeply satisfying about taking the time to reflect. Walking through the neighborhood always sparks new ideas. I was surprised to discover how much I had to say about this. Sometimes you need to sit with an idea before it makes sense. I find that writing helps me organize scattered thoughts.