The Yellowness of Friday

Let’s start with Friday because that’s where I am right now.

This day envelopes me with an orange-y yellow glow, sometimes tinged with subtle flecks of red. Comfortable and anticipatory with excitement – it’s Friday, after all.

By early Saturday morning, orange has receded and everything is pulsing – lemony, buttery, radiant, even when wrapping around a cool slate gray sky. How could it not be so? It is Saturday, lest we forget.

Sunday? Equally comfortable but more subdued with soft gray hues, a nice easy gray, at least at the start, although it tends to darken as the day wears on – anticipating the work week ahead.

It fades reluctantly to Monday: a mottle of nondescript, maybe gray and humus splotched with olive and brown, glimpses of purple peeking out around the edges, hinting at forward progress and letting you know that all is not lost.

Tuesday arrives cloaked in deep violet – having increased in lightness from Monday’s dark outer-tinge to an eventual blackberry sherbet smoothness; we’re approaching mid-week, after all.

Wednesday then, boasts a deep royal blue – an optimistic breather, rising slightly above the rest. An uphill climb to its plateau, it will be all downhill from here.

Blue rolls comfortably toward the emerald green of a Thursday morning, lightening to verdant by midday, clearly approaching Friday on the horizon.

In due accord, spring recedes and warmth grows, glowing to become the typical yellow-tinged-with-orange of a Friday – any Friday – increasing in lightness of being as the day progresses, as you must know.

And so it goes. Week to week.

I wonder…What color is your day?