I went for mail and came back with a penny.

I walked to my P.O. Box today, which is only a few blocks from my front door. It feels so far when it's 37 degrees and windy, but I just walked faster.

I have a habit of peering inside through the little glass door numbered 42, before I even put my key in the lock.
I didn't bother.
It was empty.

I felt a sink of disappointment that I walked in the cold for nothing.

Then I saw a penny on the sidewalk I didn't notice on my way in.

I picked it up and smiled. 

 Too often we're so busy looking ahead, that it's so easy to miss the now.