Before us, framing the skyscrapers of Manhattan, was a golden skyline filled with vibrant blues and pinks and softer hues of violet, rose and lavender. "I've always called it sky blue-pink," I answered. "Is that a real word?" Nell asked, confident that I, who work with words for a living, would know. "It is to me." I first heard that term at the eighth-grade graduation assembly rehearsal in the little country town where I grew up.