My Poetic Thoughts when it comes to the Sky

  Nearly every day, when the clock strikes 4:30pm, I run up the stairs to my bedroom to view the sunset.
The distant, glowing sunlight is so warm. Especially on days with fluffy clouds passing by, the beams of sunlight, swooping about make the pinkish-tangy-yellow feel warm.
That is synesthesia.
  http://www.thefreedictionary.com/synesthesia