What’s all yellow, you may ask, if you live in the arctic or in a walk-in cooler or some other highly frozen place. If you live in a place that has spring, you know what’s all yellow. Absolutely everything. My dog is yellow. My dark green car is all yellow, inside and out. I’m all yellow, inside and out. Even the water in the harbor, which is moving water that flows with the tides, is all yellow. A sailor on a boat coming up from the Caribbean reported hay fever attacking his vessel while it was still 100 miles offshore.
But yellow is unbreatheable. With a brain full of yellow fuzz, I can’t think or reason or comprehend how to complete the most fundamental tasks. I can barely keep my itchy eyes open.
I try to move slowly and carefully, because if I'm disrespectful, marching through the yellow particles in a rush, they gang up into an angry yellow cloud, which smacks me with a sneezing fit. When I am assaulted, there's not much I can do but lie down, lie still, and try ever so hard to breathe, just a little.
But yellow is unbreatheable. With a brain full of yellow fuzz, I can’t think or reason or comprehend how to complete the most fundamental tasks. I can barely keep my itchy eyes open.
I've heard of rose colored glasses, but really, isn’t a yellow tinted world just a bit over the top?
I love spring. It’s my favorite time of year.
No, really, it is.
I love spring. It’s my favorite time of year.
No, really, it is.
