Some days not much happens.
The landscape I see each day remains the same.
The routine of today is very similar to the routine of yesterday.
Sometimes I almost miss a change. Something in my line of sight that wasn't there before.
Like a modern day (well modernish) hay wain in the lane. And then no sooner than it arrives, it is gone again, and nothing much happens.
Today is one of those days.
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