He picks a flower and thinks of her. Brings it to his nose; it doesn't smell all that nice. Just a thick scent of pollen that makes it hard to breathe. The petals fall off all too easily and he lets it fall to the ground. He picks another one, more careful this time. He picks a little bunch. His hands are rough and he struggles with this delicate work. Petals continue to fall to the ground and he gives up all together. Instead, he takes out his phone and takes a picture. Snap. He captures the colour and continues walking. Yellow yellow yellow. He thinks. Yellow yellow yellow. Her bikini was yellow. She runs across the beach, laughing. Playing, kicking sand at each other, sand sticking to her sunscreen sticky legs. Her strong legs as she danced around. They laughed together and he chased her into the water. Yellow sand. Yellow bikini. Yellow sun. It shone down making sweat shine on his forehead. His cheeks were red and arms burning. Under the water he opened his eyes. Small fish passed him by. Unphased by his presence they danced around the seaweed. He looked around and made for her. Grasping those legs with his rough hands as she kicked out. Gasping for breath he rose out of the water and bundled her up in a big embrace. His arms wrapped around her. They laughed. The sun was hot that day. Sweat dripping, sand burning the soles of their feet as they ran back to the car. Windows down, music playing, clothes drying. Rough hands on hot steering wheel, burning too. He rubs his eyes and shakes his head. Glancing to his left down the road. Down at his hands. Soft little yellow petals still stuck to his skin. Flowers. He looks back out over the field of yellow. And sneezes. Walking away, he can hear the beat of the ocean waves and the cries of seagulls above. He can almost hear her laugh. The further he walks the more distant it gets. He pulls his jacket together at the neck, a cold breeze sliding its way against his skin. Tall trees surround him now, on either side of the road. They tower over him, green and fresh. Bold. Strong. Blinking a few times, he looks up and around. And walks on.