dull yellow
it was yellow and humid.
the air hung heavily on the wood bench, and the world was spinning slower than usual.
it was hard to grasp the color, the color of the air.
the color of the swing, of the scent, of the wooden house.
the mosquitos feasted on the lethargy, and the humans didnt care.
it was yellow. a very dull yellow.
the sun's glow was smothered by some kind of fear.
the breeze was still in bed, not willing to come out.
the plants wilted with obvious hopelessness.and it was yellow.
a very dull yellow.