I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills.

With blue above and orange below.

The light through the window slats kept being an incredible orange. I thought it would go away but it kept intensifying. Clouds make the sunset, not just the color. And there aren't any clouds. Finally I go, fine. I'll look, just before the whole color-show ended. 

If you cannot make out the colors then boo hoo. 

I meant to say just now, what a bummer. 

We'll take up a collection and buy you a pair of EnChroma glasses. 

This is intended to pull on your heart-strings. You can tell by the music. 

How they work.