The quiet hours of the evening are best for reflection. A conversation with a friend brought this to mind. The changing seasons always make me contemplative. I’m not sure where this train of thought will lead. It’s remarkable how much you notice when you slow down. The more I think about it, the more nuanced it becomes. I was surprised to discover how much I had to say about this. I decided to write this down before the feeling passed. I was reading something interesting the other day that got me thinking. Sometimes you need to sit with an idea before it makes sense. A walk in the park today gave me some unexpected clarity. There’s beauty in the mundane if you look closely enough.