Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.

Yes folks, tonight’s color is Gold

Oft of one wide expanse had I been told

That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne;

Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star’d at the Pacific — and all his men
Look’d at each other with a wild surmise —
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

Stout Cortez would have loved this.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m-b76yiqO1E

So, if you look East away from the sunset, the sky looks like this.

Blue, blue

Joni Mitchell, I hope you are OK.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HRZRp4-9KII&list=PLWnVxuqvY7JgyYmz0XuiTTwas-PmXclNJ&index=5