Yellow Grill is about a few stories in my head, may be a few opinions, too.
These thoughts aren’t all romanticised, nor are they philosophical. They do not belong to a place, nor do they have a face. They are stories and ramblings about everything and nothing.
Beyond my yellow grill, I see a tree. It isn’t a great tree; it’s not pretty nor does it house any fruit, flower or bird. It has no great story but it’s a tree I have come to love. We love.
My husband and I spend hours on a bench – our bitching bench (as we like to call it), talking about pointlessness of life and people or maybe laughing at our own silliness. We live, sustain and celebrate each day, sharing our thoughts each night; talking and looking at our tree, beyond the Yellow Grill.