Vulgarweed asked for a day in the life of a Valar or one of the other spirits of Middle-earth.
Time.
Gravity without grace. That ill-marked instant begat all others–presence unending of the unbearable. He hated the light as he hated the darkness for the truth that composed him. Thus each day dawned the same–a mockery of eternal constancy, that said only and forever: I defy, else I am not!