It's warm, straight from shivery cold to very warm. Coats are off and a man on the bus is wearing a yellow sweatshirt. Extremely yellow. Yellow like the bus handrail, like a yellow highlighter pen layered on so thickly that the text beneath disappears. Fine on a canary, not on a person. All the way here it bothers me. Off the bus and walking away, ahead of me, through the crowds, bursts of glaring yellow are still visible into the distance. Tired, busy, crowded, yellow. Much too yellow.