How does it feel to have the sun touch your face?
To let the color seep into your soul and grip your heart in eternal glory. To have it run its fingers through your hair and bring out the amber hues in them. To let it dance across your eyes in specks of ferocious gold.
The same sun that ignites the anger of the desert dwellers, and that steals the gentle coolness of the rivers.
Tell me how does it feel?
To be loved by the yellow softness that shapes the most stubborn of droughts and yet touches the peaks of the mountains in brilliant warmth.
How does it feel to be loved by a colour so vast?