Today

From The Life of a Day by Tom Hennen:

“[I]t would be surprising if a day were not a hundred times more interesting than most people….  We examine each day before us with barely a glance and say, no, this isn’t the one I’ve been looking for, and wait in a bored sort of way for the next, when, we are convinced, our lives will start for real.  Meanwhile this day is going by perfectly well-adjusted, as some days are, with the right amount of sunlight and shade, and a light breeze scented with a perfume made from the mixture of fallen apples, corn stubble, dry oak leaves, and the faint odor of last night’s meandering skunk.”

He is right, of course.  I take days for granted, in large part because I am waiting for the next, which I am convinced will be a new, better day, just like I characterized today yesterday.  Suddenly, I have that feeling I get when I realize that the keys or glasses I am looking for are in my hand.  Duh!