The quiet hours of the evening are best for reflection. A walk in the park today gave me some unexpected clarity. I’m not sure where this train of thought will lead. Sometimes you need to sit with an idea before it makes sense. I’ve been meaning to explore this idea more thoroughly. The changing seasons always make me contemplative. I was surprised to discover how much I had to say about this. Sometimes the simplest observations carry the most weight. The morning light reminded me of a thought I had last week. The sound of the rain outside makes for good thinking weather. A conversation with a friend brought this to mind. Walking through the neighborhood always sparks new ideas. I wanted to write down these thoughts before they faded. The more I think about it, the more nuanced it becomes. There’s beauty in the mundane if you look closely enough.