Mimi, I am going to attempt your suggestion that someone describe it for you. First, think of which type of clouds you tend to see most often. Lumpy, fluffy ones, or straightish slivers?
Some people prefer summer sunsets, but I prefer autumn. I have no coast, so the sun sinks behind trees for me. In autumn, the best view occurs. Now, an hour or so before the sun sets, the sky takes on an attitude. In the east, near the horizon, the blue begins to darken, still blue, but closing in. To the west, the light blue begins to turn peach colored, or a sort of breathless orange. The closer the sun gets to the horizon, the more colors ooze in. There will be pinks, and a couple shades of orange, layered together, and blending with no defined lines, like watery pastel paints on paper. If there are clouds, you have a better chance of getting shades of purple, and even more pinks. Occasionally, you will see thin lines, like they have been drawn, of shiny gold. Somehow it looks metallic. I have seen times when huge, mountainous, clumpy clouds are miles tall, and flat on the bottom. They look so heavy, you might wonder why they don’t crash to earth. They are so dense, the parts facing you will vary from icy white, to deep blue, and gray. The smooth bottom glows pink, violet, orange in long swaths. The sky visible below is blue, lavender, pink, and red. Viewed from here, you see these colors behind distant trees. They have dropped most of their leaves, you see dark branches and trunks appearing like veins against the soft, pastel strokes behind. The remaining leaves flutter, giving the impression of glitter as light dances by their twitches. Finally, the colors deepen, crimson, violet, tangerine, blue almost blackened. The sun itself is the only bright left, just before it disappears. Slowly, the colors slip away, leaving only a narrow strip of teal before going full black.
One last rustle of brittle leaves before I go inside to refill my cup of tea.