a perfect summer day ☀️

One day in summer, when everything has already been more than enough, the wild beds start exploding open along the berm of the sea. Day after day you sit near them, day after day the honey keeps on coming and the red cups and the bees, like amber, drops roll in the petals. There is no end, believe me, to the inventions of summer, I found so many shades of yellow that they had been distinguished by words like gold, honey, daffodil. I found words like fire and sand and champagne and lemon and sunbeam and even found a song. Now imagine someone telling yellow that it's just yellow, when yellow is a sunbeam and a daffodil and fire when yellow is a song. Without yellow we couldn't make orange and we couldn't create green and our world would be far less colorful because of it. Yellow's true colors are not limited to one thing and neither are yours. Some days you are dark and fiery and intense. Some days you are rich and bright and vibrant. Some days you are buttercups and dandelions and some days you are champagne and a song. And without you someone's life would be far less bright and far less beautiful. You are you as yellow is yellow and the world needs you because no matter what you think, you are not just you. You are so much more.