“There are great drifting theatre curtains in the sky, and they change color as she watches: green goes to purple, purple to vermilion, vermilion to a queer bloody shade of red she cannot name. Russet perhaps comes close, but that isn’t it exactly. She thinks no one has ever named the shade she’s seeing.” ~ Stephen King
Sunrise in Bagan, Burma
Sunrise on Inle Lake, Burma
Sunset in Mandalay, Burma
Sunset in Yangon, Burma
When I think about color, I think about Burma. From the golden stupas to the jam-packed street markets to the colorful longyis worn by the beautiful people, color was everywhere.
But the color that resonated with me most in Burma was the color that resonates with me most everywhere I go: the golden/purple/rose hue that spills across the sky just moments after the sun rises and just before the sets.
Is there a name for the color of post-dawn/pre-sunset?
Because that would have to be my favorite.
Wherever the sun is setting on you, I wish you a weekend of saturating beauty.