This morning I woke feeling despair about getting studio time again. "There's always something...." I took a shower, not quite able to wash away the blues. At the end of the shower my eyes were attracted to the drops of water on the white shower curtain. Light was shining through the curtain from the other side, so each drop of water looked gray, with a bright rim around it. They were only about six inches from my face, so I could see them clearly despite my nearsightedness.
They were fascinating. I stared. I enjoyed. I played with them by splashing a few drops onto the curtain. The new drops ran quickly down, knocking down every other drop they touched.
A thought crossed my mind. "A normal person wouldn't be staring at these drops of water." Then..."How lucky I am then, not to be normal. I'd hate to miss this."
Feeling enormously cheered, I left the shower.