Today was August 8, Reiwa 8—8/8/8, a date that felt especially auspicious.
A little voice in the back of my mind kept telling me that I should do something special to mark the occasion. But instead, I walked to my Pilates class as usual, was completely drained by the heat before the lesson even started, stretched and worked my body, enjoyed some window shopping in the cool air conditioning afterward, came home, took a shower, and promptly fell asleep.
In the end, despite such a special-looking date, it turned out to be a perfectly ordinary day.