I can't explain this very well, so bear with me please:
Right now I find myself loving the moment. I feel a quiet but very intense joy about the fact that I'm alive here and now. There's a splendor about everything.
The craziest part is that I have no idea why. Objectively I can step back and realize that nothing amazing is happening now. It's a rather dull ordinary day, I'm even feeling a little rougher than normal, I have no logical reason to be enjoying today or taking any unusual degree of delight in this particular moment. There's nothing special going on.
Nevertheless, this is what I'm feeling. Is it telling me that there's always something special going on? That all the plain ordinary everyday sutff is special? Only we usually don't notice? I'm not sure... but I hope I remember this.