pretty ugly

Do you ever have one of those days, or months, or maybe even years, when little seems to be going the way you envisioned or hoped, and feeling knackered is the norm, and all things that life demands, from the minute to the grand, just becomes too much that life sucks itself into itself like an astronomical black hole at the blue event horizon, and in a flash that feels like an eternity, the weight that cracked your ankles starts to feel like nothing--but a really heavy nothing--and then one day, en route back to wherever you call home, you feel numb and absent to the moment but then suddenly, your turn the corner like you always do in a rather beastly end of town and there is a blinding sight so unintentionally captivating you nearly crash your car and you have to rub your eyes because now you can't trust eyes to what to tell you it's seeing, and you can hardly believe that anything could shine a light like velvety melted gold onto a block of drab row houses that you have to flip your neck around to check the source of the translucent blaze so you can affirm that, yes, wow, holy cow, indeed, it IS that sun, and you feel pretty certain that you're the only person to be so moved by, or even notice, the magic drenched over a few ugly buildings and you relish such a singular, momentary experience as if it was just made for you, little, non-descript boring you--you with the heavy nothing you carry around because you don't know any other way--and then it hits you like a pan to the head, wait, someone, people, families, live in those drab, ugly row houses that you've never cared to even notice before?