The quiet hours of the evening are best for reflection. There’s a pattern here that I hadn’t seen before. I find that writing helps me organize scattered thoughts. Walking through the neighborhood always sparks new ideas. I wanted to write down these thoughts before they faded. I’ve always been curious about the way things connect. There’s beauty in the mundane if you look closely enough. The more I think about it, the more nuanced it becomes. It’s remarkable how much you notice when you slow down. It occurred to me while making coffee this morning. I came across an interesting perspective while browsing online. A conversation with a friend brought this to mind.