Tuesday....After a Wreckless and Used Day

When I was a teenager I went through the roller coaster of "liking" and "loving" different bands, groups, and sounds.  Whether it was the hard core ska-sounds of the early 'No Doubt', or the alternative beats and rhythms of 'Green Day' and 'Weezer', I liked them all.  I would listen to 'Boys to Men', 'Bone Thugs-n-Harmony', Janet Jackson, Michael Jackson, and then in turn listen to 'Skillet', Rebecca St James and Sarah Masen.  Eclectic.  I've always been eclectic.

Sarah Masen sang a song called 'Tuesday'.  It's stuck in my head, the sound resonating in my ears.  I cannot tell you why this one album I have of hers has stuck with me throughout the years, but I love it.  Perhaps it's the memories.  Maybe it is the fact that the album contains fun, happy songs, and then it turns around to have the somber, haunting melodies of a Fiona Apple.  'Tuesday' is one of those songs.

I picture myself listening to it while there is rain falling against my window as I gaze reflectively outside... 

Day set, scatters of clouds in the distance
They whitewash the backdrop of secrets
Whispering shadows of blue
In more delicate hues

And finally, I stopped for a breath in the evening
And suddenly, I was caught by the scenery
Painting a picture of You

Tuesday.  It's a Tuesday.  Nothing more.  Nothing less.  Nothing excited.  Nothing terrible.  And truth be told, I'm alright with that!