It was evening, and a glorious sunset painted the clouds as the shuttle made its final descent.

The sunset painted the sky bright orange and crimson.

The sunset had painted the sky a brilliant orange, but he was oblivious to it.

As the sunset painted a wash of fire across the sky, they followed the illusion-maker down the mountain.

The sunset had painted the mountains the color of blood.

Yet here they were, pressing on though sunset painted the sky a bloody red.

The sunset painted the sky with every color on the pallet from scarlet to salmon to deep purple.

We stood watching them while the sunset painted the river with broad streaks of pink and orange.

The sunset was painting the entire atmosphere indigo.

The sunset had painted harsh red highlights and black shadows on the boy's face, making him look like an Indian.