This day is for nothing, and nothing is enough.

The hand of time halts as I gaze down at my reflection on the water's surface. There is beauty there, in forgotten places, amidst the lurking shadows that creep between me and my mirror. Yet today, tranquility reigns, and I find solace in the embrace of my true self. A day to soar, light as a feather, having shed the chains and anchors of worry and disdain. No fret for what is, was, or will be. This day is for nothing, and nothing is enough.