that was two years ago. i remember because i gave it to her for her birthday. and my goodness how my life has settled down since then. (think chaotic music and now an easy breezy melody.) back then i lived briefly on Upperline, but i soon realized that i wanted to move back to my old street, Octavia where i knew i've always belonged. Upperline never felt right and i knew it from the first week i lived there; but at the time i was trying to put a square peg in a round space. it just wasn't going to work and i knew it.
i smiled to myself as i passed her house knowing exactly what i was going to do as i examined the little orange bench. i took such pride in painting it two years ago, but that was then and now i feel so differently about everything, including that hideous shade of orange. i pushed the dial on my dash to call her and as soon as she answered i asked her if i could repaint the bench another color.
right away she asked what color and i quickly answered "yellow".
sometimes there's nothing happier in the world than yellow.