Down "la strata", the turn is sharp left and there I found the yellow alligator.
"Yellow alligator, please take your turn."
"No, too much in a hurry. My coffee is cold and I smell rain coming." He responded.
I didn't much believe him but turned up my collar anyway. Besides, the clouds were crowding the sun. So much for that sun tan. I hurried on. The alarm clock did not succeed in waking me this morning. Now hurry as I might, the alligator's tale kept getting in my way. Tsk, tsk. It waddled and crawled to the left to let the catering man by laden with trays of fruit and delicacies. Hmm, tasty. I had not had breakfast or coffee yet. "I might even snatch that alligator's coffee if he doesn't move faster," I thought to myself glaring at the obtrusive, scaly creature in front of my feet. The sight of his teeth as he caught his breath kept me in check, however. The alligator drudged to the right just as I was about to make a sprint around him. I dripped over that tail as the business woman in purple high heels elegantly glided by. Just as I was about to jump around the tail and pick up speed again, the pedestrian lights blinked red and halt.
"Alligator, I am late. Let me pass." I pleaded.
"I am late to, I have to keep my zoo appearance, and I don't want them to know that I stayed out past my curfew last night." He sneezed as he was filing his nails with those monstrous teeth. I think he did it to purposely to intimidate me; and I let him hurry across in front when the light blinked green again. Two more blocks...and I huffed and grumbled behind the alligator. Then I noticed that this alligator was yellow. He looked rather charming in yellow. In fact, it was rather a sunny and cheery yellow. The more I thought about it, it made me laugh. My laugh was loud and hysterical. A yellow alligator! What an idea! And he was right in front of me. It made me smile bigger. And then, I turned and opened the door at my building. The alligator was the whole block ahead now and that was the last I saw him–a yellow streak going in and out around the passer-by's feet. And then I went in and went to work.
"Do you remember? The colour and the smell, and looking across at the Grey Mountain in the distance? And because it was so beautiful, it set me longing, always longing. Somewhere else there must be more of it. Everything seemed to be saying, Psyche come! But I couldn't (not yet) come and I didn't know where I was to come to. It almost hurt me. I felt like a bird in a cage when the other birds of its kind are flying home."
"The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing–to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from–"
"All my life the god of the Mountain has been wooing me. Oh, look up once at least before the end and wish me joy. I am going to my lover. Do you not see now–?"
taken from Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis