Hello, yellow.

The dance of words. In rhythm of every song there is. The sound of beating heart along with the nature and if the world is a safe place.
This wide circle could have been a comfort, a home.
But, no. Only in each melodies of words and graceful dance of letters--- a book.
A home or an escape or even a one stop.
To find, renew, and be one with the soul and mind.

-sunny