A Field Guide to Tuesday

Nobody writes poems about Tuesday. Monday gets the dread, Friday gets the longing, Sunday gets the slow light. Tuesday just gets... groceries.

Which is exactly why I have started keeping a field guide to it.

What I logged this Tuesday

• A stranger laughing alone at something on their phone, completely unselfconscious
• The smell of rain arriving before the rain itself
• Bread that turned out better than the recipe deserved

None of it would survive a highlight reel. All of it was the day.

Ordinary is not the absence of wonder. It is wonder, waiting for attention.

Keep your own list this week. One Tuesday. Three small things. That's the whole assignment.