I was reading something interesting the other day that got me thinking. The changing seasons always make me contemplative. There’s beauty in the mundane if you look closely enough. Sometimes you need to sit with an idea before it makes sense. The sound of the rain outside makes for good thinking weather. Sometimes the simplest observations carry the most weight. The more I think about it, the more nuanced it becomes. A walk in the park today gave me some unexpected clarity. Something about rainy days makes everything feel more vivid. I’ve been meaning to explore this idea more thoroughly. I find that writing helps me organize scattered thoughts. I wanted to write down these thoughts before they faded. I’m not sure where this train of thought will lead. Walking through the neighborhood always sparks new ideas. I’ve been thinking about this topic for a while now. It occurred to me while making coffee this morning.