Blue and orange. If you let the sky roll over, and you hang around for it, that's what happens, slowly. Blue and orange. They're complimentary colors, by the way.
It's best if you're not careful at all, so that you can be taken by surprise, because... which is better, anticipating a beautiful thing, or having it knock you over the head while you're daydreaming?
This is what baffles me. It just rips away my ego. It tears a hole in my necessaries and shreds my gives a craps. And it's just a couple of colors thrown onto the world, is all it is. It scares the shit out of me that one day I'll die, and that I'll miss so much beauty.