A field of vibrant, tall sunflowers. Subtle rays of light filtering through the Autumn leaves. Stalks of fallen hay, freshly harvested. Ice clinking in a glass of tea on a hot summer’s day. The gentle thrumming of guitar strings to a song I’ve yet to learn. Shaunie’s laugh at even the smallest things; So vibrant and bold. The SpongeBob ice creams from the ice cream truck on boiling days. Biting into a sugar-coated lemon, the sour burst paired with lemony sweetness. The lasting taste of a Sprite on my lips as I trace those old back roads. Settling into the warm grass; Florida sun beating down on my skin. The cool night’s air whirling against me as I ran home. My cat’s fur as she curled up in the crook of my spine, the sun creeping through the window. Yellow rejuvenates our souls, stirring up the old.