1 The sky, swollen with the clouds that announce a thaw, hung as low as before a summer storm.
2 In a sky of iron the points of the Dipper hung like icicles and Orion flashed his cold fires.
3 "I guess this'll be their last coast for a day or two," Ethan said, looking up at the mild sky.
4 Under the open sky the light was still clear, with a reflection of cold red on the eastern hills.
5 The cold was less sharp than earlier in the day and a thick fleecy sky threatened snow for the morrow.
6 As he lay there, the window-pane that faced him, growing gradually lighter, inlaid upon the darkness a square of moon-suffused sky.
7 Ahead of them, a long way off, a range of hills stained by mottlings of black forest flowed away in round white curves against the sky.
8 His unfinished studies had given form to this sensibility and even in his unhappiest moments field and sky spoke to him with a deep and powerful persuasion.
9 The earth lay dark under a muffled sky and the air was so still that now and then he heard a lump of snow come thumping down from a tree far off on the edge of the wood-lot.
10 The sunrise burned red in a pure sky, the shadows on the rim of the wood-lot were darkly blue, and beyond the white and scintillating fields patches of far-off forest hung like smoke.
11 The clumps of trees in the snow seemed to draw together in ruffled lumps, like birds with their heads under their wings; and the sky, as it paled, rose higher, leaving the earth more alone.
12 Every yard of the road was alive with Mattie's presence, and there was hardly a branch against the sky or a tangle of brambles on the bank in which some bright shred of memory was not caught.
13 Nevertheless he sat still a moment, straining his eyes down the long hill, for it was the most confusing hour of the evening, the hour when the last clearness from the upper sky is merged with the rising night in a blur that disguises landmarks and falsifies distances.