...was what it said and all I could think was "Why is this jumping out at me?"
"The rusted, yellow barn..."
Why yellow? That's a strange color for a barn, isn't it? And barns are big. How many gallons of yellow paint would that have taken? Five? More?
"The rusted, yellow barn..."
Yellow is a feminine color. Well, not exactly. But men don't wear yellow and they certainly don't decorate with it. When's the last time you saw a guy with a yellow car? Much less a barn. No, it was a woman. This is her barn. This is the signature of bright and powerful woman, FULL OF LIFE!
"The rusted, yellow barn..."
"Rusted." It's old. It's fallen into disarray. But barns are built to last. This was a very long time ago.
"The rusted, yellow barn..."
But she loved this barn. She wouldn't have let it fall apart. She would have taken care of it or made someone take care of it, the same way she made a group of people paint it, covering their clothes in bright yellow flecks. No, she wouldn't have let it fall apart like this. She's gone. This is a tragedy. This is the mark of her absence.
"The rusted, yellow barn..."
"The rusted, yellow barn..."
Why yellow? That's a strange color for a barn, isn't it? And barns are big. How many gallons of yellow paint would that have taken? Five? More?
"The rusted, yellow barn..."
Yellow is a feminine color. Well, not exactly. But men don't wear yellow and they certainly don't decorate with it. When's the last time you saw a guy with a yellow car? Much less a barn. No, it was a woman. This is her barn. This is the signature of bright and powerful woman, FULL OF LIFE!
"The rusted, yellow barn..."
"Rusted." It's old. It's fallen into disarray. But barns are built to last. This was a very long time ago.
"The rusted, yellow barn..."
But she loved this barn. She wouldn't have let it fall apart. She would have taken care of it or made someone take care of it, the same way she made a group of people paint it, covering their clothes in bright yellow flecks. No, she wouldn't have let it fall apart like this. She's gone. This is a tragedy. This is the mark of her absence.
"The rusted, yellow barn..."