I entered the room. It became yellow with my presence.
Yellow, the color of warmth, hope, renewal, was going to be mine to create. I was honored with this task.
I waited to meet him, my opposite, my Yin.
Gray swallowed the space and then withdrew halfway.
Our union was life-sustaining balance.
– Written for Shapeshifting 13 (#49). Color Yellow and Photo Prompt. WC 52 – I misread and used too many words. See the reworked version for official entry. Photo by Hostel Golly Bossy by Studio Up.
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