Geoff and I always liked the same colours. Me, my favourite colour has always been yellow. It's been yellow even before I can remember it being yellow. Geoff always fluctuated between yellow and orange. When we were little kids it was yellow, but then he went into his orange phase, and I remember us having a friendly argument about it around, I dunno, grade six or something. He love undefiled pumpkins because of their lovely orange roundness. However, he came over to the light side again before his death, and joked about being buried in a yellow tux. To honour that, a yellow tie was around his neck in the coffin.
When I heard that a bunch of people have taken pumpkins up to his grave, I realized that I wanted/needed to do something too. I haven't been up to going there yet. So I decided that the time was soon, and that I wanted to give Geoff a gift. That gift is yellow.
I have been out collecting yellow leaves from every tree I've come across. Shiny yellow maple, golden yellow birch, orange-yellow, pale yellow, matte yellow, gleaming yellow. I'm going to take a couple garbage bags up and spread them on his grave so that his will be a glowing yellow island in the dark.
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