Colours with proximities phase in and out of each other in the right and wrong light. I enjoy sunsets for myself. People talk of peaches and deep reds, of purples and greens sometimes. I only see beauty I cannot name. A love I love without knowing it. Silence I can ask no truth of. Uhtil the twilight rubs the horizon away, right down to the blacks and blues, and every grey - where we all become the same.