I've been contemplating the color yellow...

...and I'm considering taking it on as my favorite color.

It's the color of the sky right before and right after a hard rain.

Just like a dandelion can bloom in celebration of being a weed, yellow is a state of mind where you can laugh at and in spite of your sadness. It's the color of melancholy.

It has to be a very specific timbre of yellow, though--not brash and offensive like a highlighter but slightly scalded like my grandmother's couch from the seventies that I figure she kept because she wanted to keep hold of those who once sat in it.

Yellow is the color of old photographs and their loaded old memories, the color of dead faces before the undertaker paints them over.

Yellow isn't just a color but a verb. Such pure things as a white gown yellow with taintedness--the color of life's harmless, good-natured sins.