The sky today is oddly blue, the air unseasonably warm for late October. The leaves outside our big glass panes are amber and gold, but the sun is shining through them. I soak up as much of it as I can. Soon the storms will come, and I will need the memory of sunshine on my face to get through December.
There are more connections between the neurons in your brain than there are stars in the Milky Way. What makes those seemingly infinite connections fascinating, though, isn't just the sheer quantity of them. It's the fact that they're always changing, starting before you're born and continuing until you take your last breath.