He looked at her with admiration.

He knew as little about clothes as most men, and, like most men, he loved blue.

She did well to wear blue on such a day.

The grey of her eyes took on the blue of her garments, a blue slightly silvered, like the blue of the April sky.
As the ground ascended, the stream brawled and leaped over little boulders green with the water-stain and lichens.

There were quiet pools beside the boulders.