Sometimes you need to sit with an idea before it makes sense. The changing seasons always make me contemplative. The more I think about it, the more nuanced it becomes. Sometimes the simplest observations carry the most weight. The quiet hours of the evening are best for reflection. The morning light reminded me of a thought I had last week. A conversation with a friend brought this to mind. There’s a certain quality to the air today that feels different. Looking back at old notes, I found something worth revisiting. There’s something deeply satisfying about taking the time to reflect.