Night falls in Connecticut. The view outside of my guest room tonight around 7 pm. My mother used to call evening clouds like this "sky blue pink," as if it were one word. And I learned the poem, of course, from my Dad, a Navy sailor from 1938-50 (and an Army Master Sergeant from 1950-60).
Red sky at night,
Red sky in the morning,
Sailor's take warning.
Smooth sailing tonight, everyone!