Reminds me of a moment in Blue Mars when two of the First Hundred are watching the sun set out in the open years after the terraforming efforts have begun, and

Reminds me of a moment in Blue Mars when two of the First Hundred are watching the sun set out in the open years after the terraforming efforts have begun, and for just a moment the iron ochre tinged sky bleeds through into blue, a blue so familiar and surreal, that Maya grabs Saxifrage's arm, nails digging deep into aged skin, and points at something they had left far behind on a wet, green planet trapped in the darkening sky.