Howdy,
In the book Wonder by R.J. Palacio there’s a line that reads: “The sky is still bright cyan but the sun is low …”
It’s the only line I noted in Scrivener to later consideration and possible deconstruction and reconstruction (stealing—though not all stealing is bad, see Austin Kleon’s Steal Like an Artist).
It grabbed my attention for the very simple fact of containing the phrase bright cyan in attempt to put a word or set of words on the color that the brilliantly blue sky parades when the sun sets and streaks the sky with new, additional colors, changing a blue sky to bright cyan.
How do you describe a sunset, really?
Bright cyan is a good start.
Hillsong UNITED sings it like this: “Every painted sky / A canvas of Your grace.”
I love the interplay of the bright blues and the blazing-then-burning orange: the light brightness and then the serious depth of richness before rest.
I bring this up now, because on Saturday, driving home from Lake McClure after celebrating Jasper’s birthday with a day on the lake with cake and presents on the marina, Sarah and I climbed the windy canyon road up into the most striking sunset you could ever hope to see. I told Sarah, “I don’t know if you can ever say any one sunset is the one better than all the others, but I can’t imagine another better than this one.”
The swirling clouds, drifting like a river above the lake, seen from the mountains, was perfect. Completely captivating—and engaging.
I don’t know if it was cyan, actually, but it was bright and it was beautiful, gracing a twisted canyon burnt.
A gift on a birthday.
—Billy
Reading. Writing. Living.
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