Here I am again, caught in the merciless grips of what polite society might demurely refer to as 'that time of the month.' It's an intimate, cyclic reminder of a biological paradox—that my body is both a marvel of nature and a complete and utter traitor.

Sipping coffee at a window and watching the world go by, meandering through streets without a destination, or enjoying meandering conversations that have no end are the luxuries of the truly enlightened.

A Sunday well spent among both celestial and terrestrial stars. A vivid reminder of how a quest for knowledge and a quiet reverence for it can transform an ordinary weekend into a spectacle of learning and laughter. I can't wait for more afternoons that yank us out of our familiar orbits and into places where silence can be just as telling as science.