“The early morning sun, bright yellow, yeah, looks like a lot of fun” Gun Roswell

Sun and the Yellow

The sea as calm as balm, the water’s surface unmoving, only cover is the colour of yellow, spreading across from the skies, reflected over the water until reaching land, where it will be halting for a moment, until it reaches the faces of those onlookers, having gathered to embrace the light of the yellowish globe, which always gives them hope for the upon coming day, before the need to head to their work and their days pay earn, maybe something even learn, that the sun is always rising, no matter what.