Nothing

There’s some days where nothing happens.

The sun rises. You wake up. Send kid to school. Work. Lunch. Coffee. Work some more. Fetch kid from school. Work even more. Dinner. Wash up. Sleep.

There’s motion, but nothing much really happens.
It goes on for days, months, and then years.

Every day, as sure as the sky brightening at dawn to darkening at dusk.
Every month, as sure as the moon waxes and wanes.
Every year, as sure as the seasons of warmth swaps with seasons of cold.

You start to ask if this is your life now.

Then one day