“The sky is white.”
“Pale sky, white land; like somewhere past the end of the world”
“Morning. Strawberry sky dusted with white winter powder sugar sun. And nobody to munch on it with”
“The day stared back an empty gray, with not a speck of white to give character to the lifeless sky.”
“Meanwhile, the clouds are white and the sky is blue. Why is there so much God? At the expense of men.”
“Lightning. Once it has forked, hot-white, from sky to earth, there is no going back”