Orange was always his least favorite color, and when he asked his parents why the sky was so ugly during sunrise and sunset he learned that the universe does not cater to any single person. He was told to accept the bi-daily blight on the sky, and so it built up as a silent obsession.
He became a great student and went to college for aeronautics and chemistry, earning doctorates in both fields. A company was built on his ideas of efficient, low-emission jet fuel, and he revolutionized the airline industry. Awards for scientific progress were regularly presented to him for these accomplishments, but he didn’t care for them. This was only a byproduct of his goals.
In a basement level of the main manufacturing plant, tiny pockets of hydrogen were encased in microscopic sapphires finer than dust. Trace amounts were mixed into the fuel, so when the planes took flight they would scatter the seeds of change into the sky. The change in hue was noticed after a few years, but no one identified the cause until it was too late.
He was in his sixties when the twilight finally took on his intended shade of blue, and for the first time in his life he truly felt at peace. Others of his age still solemnly recount the old days of orange skies.
(Originally written 12/28/2015)
(Originally written 12/28/2015)
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