I’ve been meaning to explore this idea more thoroughly. I came across an interesting perspective while browsing online. The quiet hours of the evening are best for reflection. Something about rainy days makes everything feel more vivid. There’s beauty in the mundane if you look closely enough. Walking through the neighborhood always sparks new ideas. There’s something deeply satisfying about taking the time to reflect. I decided to write this down before the feeling passed. 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. The more I think about it, the more nuanced it becomes. A conversation with a friend brought this to mind.