Just an orange-yellow sea of dust and rocks; wavering currents of heated air boiled on the horizon like steam, floating upward, as if any life out there were melting toward the cloudless and pale blue sky.
James Dashner -- The Scorch Trials
As morning mowers, who side by side slowly and seethingly advance their scythes through the long wet grass of marshy meads; even so these monsters swam, making a strange, grassy, cutting sound; and leaving behind them endless swaths of blue upon the yellow sea.
Herman Melville -- Moby Dick
He is sitting by a footpath on a beautiful windswept hillside overlooking the Yellow Sea.
Robert M. Pirsig -- Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
He was floating over a vast yellow sea.
Mitch Albom -- The Five People You Meet in Heaven
Guy’s thin maturity was changing in her vision to flushed youth and they were roaming an island in the yellow sea of chatter when she realized that the guests were beginning that cough which indicated, in the universal instinctive language, that they desired to go home and go to bed.
Sinclair Lewis -- Main Street
Or why, irrespective of all latitudes and longitudes, does the name of the White Sea exert such a spectralness over the fancy, while that of the Yellow Sea lulls us with mortal thoughts of long lacquered mild afternoons on the waves, followed by the gaudiest and yet sleepiest of sunsets?