“…when the dying sun bled the blue sky orange.”
“Contrast and compliment. The blue is never more blue than it is when paired with orange. And the orange is never bluer than when eaten on a cloud in the sky.”
“The sky was yellow and the sun was blue...”
“In my head, the sky is blue, the grass is green and cats are orange.”
“Who knew that when you cut a slit in the belly of the night sky, it bled color?”
“The sun had bled away every smell and left nothing.”