The quiet hours of the evening are best for reflection. The morning light reminded me of a thought I had last week. There’s something deeply satisfying about taking the time to reflect. It occurred to me while making coffee this morning. Sometimes the simplest observations carry the most weight. It’s remarkable how much you notice when you slow down. Sometimes you need to sit with an idea before it makes sense. There’s beauty in the mundane if you look closely enough. Looking back at old notes, I found something worth revisiting. The more I think about it, the more nuanced it becomes. I’ve been thinking about this topic for a while now. The changing seasons always make me contemplative. There’s a certain quality to the air today that feels different. A walk in the park today gave me some unexpected clarity.