On days that only seem to blend with all the other days, there must still be something worth remembering. Even if it’s just the hope for a different tomorrow.
I may have fallen in a hole while taking photos of the beautiful misty morning on the river. A plank in the walkway was missing and I was too busy looking at my shot to notice it. I fell all the way to my waist. But it’s still better than sitting in the coffee shop.