"A Soft Lilac"

"All the while, in the sky above, where the sun is about to set, clouds are massing. One resembles a triumphal arch. Another, a lion. A third, a pair of scissors. A broad shaft of green light breaks through the clouds. Then, a violet ray. Then, one of gold. Then, pink. The sky turns a soft lilac. Gazing at this sky--so glorious, so magical--the ocean scowls at first. But soon it, too, takes on tender, joyous, passionate colors for which it is hard to find a name in human speech."

"Gusev" Anton Chekhov