Driving across I-80 and the two-lane roads, everything radiated sunshine yellow. The ditches were adorned with wild daisies, sunflowers, goldenrod, a yellow delphinium-like flower. The bean fields were turning. The roads were framed with the gold striping of the lanes.
I told myself I’d turn the radio volume on when Coldplay’s song, “Yellow,” was playing. It was on twice in my last foray to the Midwest, and it’s usually on at some point during the day. However, I forgot to check the radio stations, making it 257 miles or more before I realized I hadn’t turned up the volume on the radio at all! I proceeded to enjoy the quiet for the last 246 miles, never hearing, “Yellow,” just visually enjoying it.
Normally, yellow seems like a riotous color. Today, it was calming and comforting. Just beautiful all by itself.