“It was early evening when they walked outside, the sky the color of pink lemonade.”
“...early on Monday evening, when the sky was the color of a velvet ribbon falling over the hills.”
“The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit.”
“When he walked outside again, the sky was shining like a nickel and the air was filled with the smell of sugared nuts.”
“The sky outside the window was changing rapidly from deep, velvety blue to cold, steely gray and then, slowly, to pink shot with gold.”
“The eastern sky above the firs was flushed faintly pink from the reflection of the west, and Anne was wondering dreamily if the spirit of color looked like that…”