Every year, the locals go crazy with the yellow pollen that falls from the trees over this land. It is able to seek out the most pristine areas, turning the traditional white façades into dwellings streaked with dry riverbeds of yellow. As if that is not enough, the neighbouring continent sends clouds loaded with sand from its desert to dump over our humble abode. No sooner do we clean and sweep than another delivery arrives. It makes me wonder if our insides are as yellow!