I delight in the small wonders I am blessed with.

Frost on a car windscreen makes the same fern patterns every winter and almost nobody looks at them for longer than a second on the way to scraping them off.

Small wonders have no storage. You can't bank a good sky against a rough week; they only pay out at the moment of noticing, which is why people who seem to have plenty of them are mostly just people who look up.