The children were home, summer in full swing. Outside the cars zipped by on the busy street, a street whose tar was a little sticky from the heat, causing the tires to make a sound similar to what you hear in your own head when you chew a large wad of bubblegum too long.
Through the front picture window that was framed by outdated heavy drapes, yellowing with age, the sun is throwing its beams into the room, bright yellow-white heated streams wiggling where it cuts through the glass.
Heat lends a lazy listless lulled-like ambience, but kids will always find something to busy themselves, and soon all three are on the floor of the living room, sitting on the worn retro carpet, worn from years of use. They put the big plastic top on the floor and one pushes down on the low-tech (charming) handle on the toy. Whir. The blue, green, yellow, and red spiral painted on the floor of the top is so pretty! A little faster. Whhirrr. The colors begin a churned-butter mixing. A little faster. Whirrrrrrrr! The top spins furiously, causing a welcome fan of cool air that lifts the damp bangs of the children…and they see one color. Yellow. The stirring is complete, and yellow is the standout. Yellow is the definition to the top’s Webster’s entry. Yellow sun, yellow curtains, yellowing carpet, yellow top.
Spinning a yellow tale.