The Colour of Tuesday

Tuesday smells like coffee left cooling on a desk by someone who had to rush away. It has the texture of half-read emails and the weight of good intentions not yet acted on. Tuesday is the day we believe we will catch up. We will not catch up. But Tuesday lets us believe it. That is Tuesday's gift. Not certainty. Not Monday's brave beginning or Friday's relief. Just the generous, unhurried belief that there is still time. I have always loved Tuesday. It is the day that forgives you for yesterday without asking you to explain.