Karl Ove Knausgard wrote one essay every day for a year. The result was divided into four books, one book for each season. The essays in the books are not all about themes of that season, but seasonal chores and daily life are often woven in. The essays are contemplative and bring transendance to the seemingly mundane world of the every day. Toilet bowls, drum kits, a bird, lights on a country road.

In summary: Wow, I never thought about that before.