Ode to The Greens and Browns...hinted with yellow.

 His face was still, expressionless. And he had nervous eyes. They were blue. SOmetimes they smiled but mostly just contented themselves looking around, back and forth. They were sad eyes. His clothes were simple, colors mostly earthy greens and browns. But he would remind her of yellow, and she though that this mosly was because of his hair. His hair was blonde, but a yellow blonde. Not yellow to put one in the mind of brightness and sunshine, no rather yellow like softness and diming lights. She loved his hair and thought that it suited him quite well. He sat beside her and said words that would almost sound like nothing. Almost be counted as silence. She wondered if his words were to her, to the crowd...or simple conversation with himself. She wondered about him alot. She knew he had been diagnosed with schizophrenia. And though she had already before researched this mental illness she decided to try once more. He was a brilliant writer, a wonderful speaker. He was odd and lovelier than insane. Insane held too many bad connotations and she didn't like the word, thought it was silly to use. Especially in reference to him. He was wonderful. He made her curious. She loved talking to him and making him resond to her.But mostly she loved how he reminded her of herself, and how sometimes he seemed sad for no reason. Sometimes he talked of the need to be needed in love. Sometimes, she felt sorry that he was like her. Because her soul felt tortured. Felt burdened. Burdened with the woes of life, the world. She felt like he would understand.
 SHe rode in the passenger seat through a valley and looked out the window. The moutains that lived on the horizon were left that evening with a soft yellow tone. The mountains themselves were green and brown, not completely full of leaves yet as they entered into spring. She looked at the mountains, the soft sunlight, the scattered leaves in the trees; and she wanted to name them all Jim.