Yellow

"Yellow" by Cold Play

My late brother, Scott, played that song for me once and I can't listen to it now without becoming an absolute puddle of tears. It's been over 4 years since his death and the pain is still quite near the surface. Maybe it always will be. We were close.

When I went hiking recently, in a place we spent time together, there was so much yellow all around and I felt him near. A comfort and a sadness both.

"To hear the lark begin his flight,
And singing startle the dull night,
From his watch-tower in the skies,
Till the dappled Dawn doth rise;
Then to come, in spite of sorrow,
And at my window bid good-morrow..."

John Milton