One color a day: choose it, look at it for ninety seconds, write one word, keep the date. The page never maps a color to a feeling, never aggregates the words into a reading, and never draws a chart of color over time, because every one of those is the thing this season takes apart.
Today's square
1:30
Look at it. Ninety seconds. Then the word.
The chart you are expecting is the subject of the book, and this page will not draw it.
Squares
The honest limit, stated first. The color and mood chart on every wellness page in the world descends from a book of clairvoyant observations whose plates were drawn to verbal direction by three hired illustrators, and which was first published in 1905, not 1901: the wrong year has been printed for a century because of a typographical error in a 1925 reprint, and the scholar who made the book matter carried it too. Nothing in it was observed. The painter whose color and sound correspondences are quoted everywhere contradicts himself inside his own 1911 book, and where his list overlaps the composer's they do not match. The composer was never tested, and the argument that he was not a clinical synesthete at all rests on his mapping following the circle of fifths. A mood color chart built from any of this has no validated meaning, which is why this page refuses to draw one.