The sun was setting, spreading its golden hue on the Galle face porch.
She always liked the feeling she got when she was seated there.
Leave the world behind and take a break from everyone around.
The pina colada stared at her from the table.
The different faces of different people of different shades. The kids chasing after a balloon which most likely taken from a wedding.
She had not seen a wedding decorated with balloons in the recent past. How could she have when she kept missing all the recent weddings.
The time was rushing pass her. The clock ticking while she remains deaf.
She, the sun, and sea spray mingling together.
An abstract work of different shades yet of the same base.
Minimal formations soaring out forming different dimensions in the mind.
“Yes I like yellow!” she concluded.