…gorgeous bright blue sky with some cloudacious beautiness on the fringe… – Terri Guillemets, “Out the Upper Window,” 2009

A few amber clouds floated in the sky without a breath of air to move them. The horizon was of a fine golden tint, changing gradually into a pure apple-green, and from that into the deep blue of the mid-heaven. – Washington Irving, “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow”

When I do not walk in the clouds I walk as though I were lost. – Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin