A sky as pure as water bathed the stars and brought them out. – Antoine de Saint-Exupery

And now it has risen above the massive and lofty tree, and throws its pleasant shadow down upon the earth—pleasant shadow that paces along the meadows, leaving behind a greater brilliancy on tree, and grass, and hedge, and flower than what, for a moment, it had eclipsed. – William Smith, Gravenhurst, or Thoughts on Good and Evil, 1862

I count myself lucky, having long ago won a lottery paid to me in seven sunrises a week for life. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com