Wasted Daze

Sometimes I have a day where I don't remember one thing out of the ordinary. Not one thing stands out.

What a waste of a day.

But that's a matter of perception, of course. No matter how ordinary I think of the day, something extraordinary happened, but I failed to comment on it. Failed to note and remember it. Failed to see the wonderful that was there, waiting.

Right in front of me.

To me.

By me.