Late afternoon

The summer is hot and humid in Bengal. Although a little cooler in the north. We would ride a bicycle along the dusty village road that would lead us far far away. The sun would slowly start settling in the western horizon. Still glaring at the scorching earth. The pasture should have been green, but it was never green. It was kind of yellowed, just like the yellow of the sun. even the clouds would feel yellow, not white. An orange tint would highlight the tree silhouettes. Hey even the sky would feel so warm orange.