Yellow (by me)

One warm day in the middle of the spring, deep in the forest, you find a clearing. And in the center of that clearing, a tiny cluster of bright buttercups is about to bloom. As you watch the dainty petals open ever so slowly, a strange phenomenon occurs. Suddenly, all of your senses are filled with the tiniest and sweetest hints of yellow. You breathe in, and yellow fills your lungs. Yellow dances through the trees and giggles in your ear, its soft buttercup breath tickling your skin. You close your eyes and you can taste the yellow, warm and buttery on your tongue. Your eyes open and dance with sunshine sparkle as you take in the gorgeous sensation, and your whole body is momentarily singing with yellow. But as the little flowers’ sweet petals soften to a stop, the feeling is gone. You are no longer lost in your yellow world. The forest is silent.

This sensation is quite rare, but you can still find little tiny yellow moments in your life, if you try. As the golden sun glows on your face in the summer, you may hear yellow giggle softly in your ear. As you pass the auburn leaves in the fall and the soft autumn breeze sighs around you, you might feel the tickle of buttercup breath on your skin, just for a moment. When you feel the warmth of the flames from the fireplace in the cold and dark winter, perhaps you’ll taste sweet buttery yellow in the hot air. But only in the spring, in the middle of the forest, in a clearing as the buttercups bloom, will your body sing with the joyful choruses of yellow.

Perhaps you don’t think of yellow as a feeling or phenomenon. You might say, “Yellow is just a color, and nothing more!” But I’m afraid you couldn’t be more wrong. Yellow is a dance. Yellow is a song. Yellow is a sweet and sensory taste on your tongue. Yellow is a world of its own. Of course yellow glows bright in our eyes. We see it every day – in our clothes, on street signs, in the sunlight dappled across the windowsill at noon. But unless you truly feel the power of yellow as the buttercups bloom, you will never understand yellow’s true essence. So I urge you to find a clearing in the middle of a forest on a warm spring day and look for your own cluster of bright buttercups just about to bloom. Then, at that moment, you may experience yellow too.