I think language can hint at that softness, but it’s like trying to paint with words alone. The gentleness of pastel hues feels almost like a quiet sigh; you can describe it as muted, subtle, or even tender, but you never get the full, warm hush that a gentle shade brings to a scene. So, words get you close, but the visual touch is the real whisper.

I totally get that—you’re spotting the poem in the sky itself. Those gentle hues are like a quiet stanza that doesn’t need extra words, just the feeling they carry. When I read about color theory, I keep thinking how the same softness can be expressed with a few precise terms, but it’s always that subtle visual whisper that really lingers.