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I was recently asked in an interview, “How would you describe the colour yellow to a blind man?”

At the time, I’m sure i responded with some gibberish, but after some thinking, i have my answer.

I think the colour yellow is how the sun feels on your face on the coldest morning of the coldest winter, a round ball of warmth that fits in the middle of your chest, spreading.

I think the colour yellow is how you feel when it’s 3 am and you’ve been crying since 12 am, and then suddenly, you stop. There’s the faintest sliver of hope, the faintest glow in your chest, reminding you that the One who put you on this earth, the One whose love amounts to the love of seventy mothers, has you in His care, and that He has a plan for you, even when you can’t see it yet.

The colour yellow is how you feel when you fall asleep with a belly full of your mother’s cooking, safe and warm, the world outside fading into a blur. I think yellow is the people you haven’t met yet, the strangers who will someday become the centre of your world.

I think the colour yellow is when you’re sitting with your friends and you quietly mutter to yourself, “I’m going to remember this moment forever”

Finally, I think yellow is my mother’s laugh, so careless and unrestrained, a poem in its own right.

This was written in my winter blues, an homage to the summer yellow, the promise that warmth always returns.