For me it's a return to work after two weeks off — a good day to celebrate the Epiphany, a feast that marks revelation, the manifestation of the divine and, in the words of James Joyce (courtesy of the Writer's Almanac), the "sudden 'revelation of the whatness of a thing,' the moment when 'the soul of the commonest object ... seems to us radiant.'"
The workaday world sorely needs some radiance, some shining representation of its meaning and purpose.
So today, on my return, I will look for it.