Look out into the July night, and see the broad belt of silver flame which flashes up the half of heaven, fresh and delicate as the bonfires of the meadow-flies. Yet the powers of numbers cannot compute its enormous age,—lasting as space and time,—embosomed in time and space. – Ralph Waldo Emerson, “Progress of Culture”

Those playful fancies of the mighty sky. – Albert Smith (clouds)

God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars. – Author unknown, commonly attributed to Martin Luther

Sunbeams joy-pierce clouds. – Terri Guillemets, “Rays of happiness,” 2011