I wake up to brilliant yellow every morning. Sunny, happy shades of yellow dress the trees outside my window. If I live to be a hundred, I will never quite capture that magnificent shade of yellow; the kind of color that beautifies every branch and draws even the most pale house hermit out-of-doors. I could spend eons basking in the glow of these golden, burning autumn afternoons. I am certain I will remember this hue of shining yellow always. To me, it is the color of November.