she went out with carrots and sengkuang for the bunnies and a yellow light hit her vision.
it was a very yellow dusk!
instantly she was brought back to those eventides of her youth in the tiny hamlet in dear betong isle.
the old folks called it mambang kuning. kids were forbidden to be outside the house when there was a mambang kuning.
she would sit on the wooden armchair by the door on the ground floor of her grandparents' home, facing the gentle hills. it was so spectacular, the trees around bathed in the warm, ethereal yellowness..... the hue changing by the second as the sun wearily sinks below the horizon... it was a feast for the eyes and the senses...
birds would be noisily hurrying to their homes, the crickets would be warming up for their nocturnal orchestral debut, village folks walking or cycling quietly, serenely.....kids tired after an evening of play....
ah, yesterday when she was young.....
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