“What color would you call that horizon?” she asked,
as we walked along the waterfront at dusk.

“I really don't know. I'm not good with the names of colors.
Sometimes I think people just make them up.”

“Well, let's make one up for our sky tonight.”, her offer.
“The sky looks mostly blue and pink along the horizon,
but it's changing quickly. How about ‘blinkish’?”

Do you think I’m being silly?”, her abashed challenge,
as she looked for the telling smirk I can never hide.

“Yes, but that's why we're here together.
And we’re going to need more names
for the shifting colors that are on their way.”