Or those war-clouds that gather on the horizon, dragon-crested, tongued with fire;—how is their barbed strength bridled? what bits are these they are champing with their vaporous lips… – John Ruskin, “The Cloud-Balancings”

I suppose there were moonless nights and dark ones with but a silver shaving and pale stars in the sky, but I remember them all as flooded with the rich indolence of a full moon. – Willa Sibert Cather

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

The night sky is a miracle of infinitude. – Terri Guillemets, “Temere Sætninger: ix,” 2006