When you realize how perfect everything is you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky. – Buddha

It was very dark; but in the murky sky there were masses of cloud which shone with a lurid light, like monstrous heaps of copper that had been heated in a furnace, and were growing cold. – Charles Dickens, Martin Chuzzlewit, Chapter XLII

A cloudless plain blue sky is like a flowerless garden. – Terri Guillemets, “Porch swing thoughts,” 2006

The sky, a perfect empty canvas, offers clouds nonetheless. They shift and drift and beg interpretation… such is the nature of art. – Jeb Dickerson, jebdickerson.com