1 In a sky of iron the points of the Dipper hung like icicles and Orion flashed his cold fires.
2 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.
3 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.
4 The cold was less sharp than earlier in the day and a thick fleecy sky threatened snow for the morrow.
5 As he lay there, the window-pane that faced him, growing gradually lighter, inlaid upon the darkness a square of moon-suffused sky.
6 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.
7 Under the open sky the light was still clear, with a reflection of cold red on the eastern hills.
8 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.
9 "I guess this'll be their last coast for a day or two," Ethan said, looking up at the mild sky.
10 The sky, swollen with the clouds that announce a thaw, hung as low as before a summer storm.
11 The sky above turned slowly from azure to the delicate blue-green of a robin's egg, and the unearthly stillness of rural twilight came stealthily down about her.
12 The shadows were falling thicker now, the last greenish tinge had left the sky and a slight chill was displacing the balminess of spring.
13 The sun's far down the sky, Lorena.
14 The street with its over-arching trees was softly, deeply black under a dim star-studded sky.
15 The air was oppressive even in the early morning hour, hot with the scorching promise of a noon of glaring blue sky and pitiless bronze sun.