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It was the yellow of every newborn petal, of the colour that loves the sun so much it radiates its warmth even in the dawn.

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Her dress was the yellow of a thousand warm suns, the promise of light that gives energy to nature. It was the colour of childhood happiness and the brightest of spring flowers, and as I hugged her close I could feel that was her too, that energy and warmth.

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It was the sort of yellow that glows from a homely hearth, the sort that warms you just to see it, even before the steady flame can bring a glow to your skin.

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Once the rope had been canary yellow, not softly romantic, but instead a nineteen eighties angry neon. Either it was new a long time ago or it had been used for the dirtiest tasks imaginable. The outside was a sickly greenish brown, the only hits of the original colour shining through like poorly cleaned up glitter.

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It’s the feeling of happiness. The colour of the sun. It’s the feeling of hope, bubbling under the surface of your skin. It’s the sound of laughter and the feeling of joy. It’s the warmth of the summer sun dancing accross your bare skin and the smile of a little baby, experiencing the world anew.

By bumblebee7224, February 4, 2017.