A discovery waiting in the moment between question and answer. Something shifts when you are not looking directly at it. The peripheral vision catches what focus cannot.
The more it recedes. Like trying to read the last line of an eye chart painted in watercolors, left in the rain. The answer dissolves at the moment of recognition.
Not hiding. Not seeking. Simply existing in the space between certainty and wonder. A day is mysterious because it contains everything and reveals nothing until it chooses to.
Every
moment
contains
a
mystery
The day ends where it began