I decided to write this down before the feeling passed. The changing seasons always make me contemplative. The quiet hours of the evening are best for reflection. I’m not sure where this train of thought will lead. Looking back at old notes, I found something worth revisiting. It’s remarkable how much you notice when you slow down. Something about rainy days makes everything feel more vivid. The more I think about it, the more nuanced it becomes. I’ve been thinking about this topic for a while now. Sometimes the simplest observations carry the most weight. A conversation with a friend brought this to mind. I was reading something interesting the other day that got me thinking. Sometimes you need to sit with an idea before it makes sense. Walking through the neighborhood always sparks new ideas. It occurred to me while making coffee this morning. There’s a pattern here that I hadn’t seen before.