Ranting in the dark

Orange is the sky,
Orange is the sea,
The orange people,
they are orangely silent.

There used to be a nice children's song in Bulgarian like that. Or was
it an advertisement, or a song in an advertisement? Orange, everything
was orange and was doing orange thingies. Orange mothers with orange
children in orange gardens with orange flowers.

I finally got how it can all be orange - sunrise and sunset, they turn
the city around me into a sea of shifting orange varieties. Especially
now when it's so so low, almost moving in a straight line over the
horizon, instead of an arc. And now that all yellow-orange-brown leaves of the trees cover the ground in a pretty orange carpet. Twisted geometry, twisted days - strangely
fascinating. Making a funny little song real.

And my rooms are orange, in the rising sun. It'll be rising for a while