Thursday, April 17, 2014

5 o'clock

Some days I go to work only to say hello to the flowers.

There is such prettiness, flowers and leaves honour-bound to please me, in the lane just behind my workplace. Today, I saw a tree. In the afternoon , one side of the tree was bathed in sunlight. The other side was covered with bright yellow blooms. It was so heart-eruptingly beautiful.

Yellow is so, so good.

Yellow is a happy white.




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