Just a yellow lemon tree.
Standing in the middle of the green grass covering the field.
I look out my window and see it.
Just standing there.
Why does it seem to spring into my mind?
I was isolated for days now.
I couldn't stand the loneliness.
Perhaps thats why I saw it right away, standing all alone in the field, just like how I was sitting all alone in my room.
Perhaps it would feel better having a friend?
I laugh.
Yeah, that must be right.
Friends are always good.
She would be a good friend.
She always played under the lemon tree.
I blink.
She stands there, half-turned away, looking up at the clear sky.
Her white summer dress billows slightly in the wind that also seems to play with her hair.
She is holding onto her summer hat with one hand, so that it doesn't fall of.
A giggle escapes her lips.
I can hear it from here.
Right, we did promise to go on a Picknick today.
I had told her I just needed a minute to get ready.
She is waiting outside already.
Next to her stands the basket, filled with some food, drinks and a blanket to sit on.
Hastily, I throw my backpack over my shoulder.
It's filled with some stuff.
A few card games, some sunscreen, stuff like that.
I put on my cap while already running out of my room, down the stairs to the door.
"Sorry, I'm late!", I call to her as I open the door.
She turns around and giggles more.
"Come on, hurry! Else we need to go back home before getting the chance to Picknick!", she answers, heartily, pulling on my arm with one hand, the other having grabbed the basket.
"Bye!", I call back.
"Take care and have fun!", the reply from inside the house comes.
I sprint forward, pulled by her.
Overhead is a clear blue summer sky.
As I look back my gaze catches the tree.
It's completely yellow.
A yellow lemon tree.