It happens in knitting, too. You knit round after round, and check your measurements, to find you are no closer to the end then you were last time you checked.
Finally last night, I have a pair of socks with 7 inches of foot knit, and its now time to shape the toe!
The other common place experience is seeing the moon in the sky. I am a bit of a lunatic—I am always looking at the moon (In the light polluted sky's of NYC—you can always see the moon—stars--are memory. It's hard to find one to wish on! (I was not just an adult, but well on before I ever saw the milky way.)
The moon was beautiful last night. Almost a half moon, it set before 11 pm.. I watched it.
The silver moon dipped low
Snagged, tilted, on a spire, its slide down
Behind the office building; changed.
A gilded, brassy bowl,
with only a peaking cusp to see.
Lower now, shining through the windows,
Gaudily illuminating the dark, empty space.
A bowl of fools gold, the false moon.
Below the horizon, now
Taking it's dreams of grandeur's far away.