the late afternoon sunlight, warm as oil, sweet as childhood ...

Look', she said. It's going to be a beautiful sunset. Shall we stay out and watch it?'
'All right,' I said, and we stayed there on the lawn for quite awhile, arms around each other's waists, first watching the bright colors come up in the sky, then watching them fade to ashes of gray.

Nimium ne crede colori

Beauty seen is never lost, God's colors all are fast.

I was drawn to their beauty, the gorgeous subtle colors, the golds, the wonderful drawings,

Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild.