Can’t Wear Yellow
I love yellow. I don’t wear it much because my skin is so pale that it washes me out. So, I have yellow curtains, instead. I also have yellow placemats, which I alternate with green ones so I don’t ever get tired of yellow.
In Andalusia, yellow is everywhere. Its subtle contrast with the typical white architecture reflects the relentless sun and bounces joy all around.
Yellow isn’t so mellow for me, it’s the colour I seek when I wake up in the morning as the sun pours through its lively hues; it’s what makes me hope it’s going to be a great day.
I hear yellow in the music I write here, as well. Maybe that’s just because the sun is usually on my face where I write in the mornings.
What is the colour that most inspires you?