I Spy Something Yellow

Walking along West 18th Street I realized that I was surrounded by yellow. A line of typical New York City taxis waited at the light. Buses were parked along the edge of the sidewalk, waiting for schoolchildren to return from dance lessons in a studio across the street. Yellow is the color of caution, of warnings and yieldings. It's also the traditional color of schoolbuses and taxicabs. In my mind, New York is a collage in gray, black silver and yellow. Like the taxis, that particular yellow is a vehicle for excitement and possibility