“The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit.”

“It was early evening when they walked outside, the sky the color of pink lemonade.”

“Summer explodes into Portland. In early June the heat was there but not the color--the green were still pale and tentative, the morning had a biting coolness--but by the last week of school everything is Technicolor and splash, outrageous blue skies and purple thunderstorms and ink-black night skies and red flowers as brights as spots of blood.”

“...early on Monday evening, when the sky was the color of a velvet ribbon falling over the hills.”

“Summer came. For the books thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews. ”

“From this close, she could see the color of his eyes perfectly. They were a misty, shifting blue marbled with gray, like smoke rising through an early morning sky.”