“a cloud-congested caul that is alternately red, orange, vermilion, purple. Sometimes the clouds break apart in great, slow rafts, letting through beams of innocent yellow sunlight that are bitterly nostalgic for the summer that has gone by.”
“Thank God I have seen an orange sky with purple clouds.”
“There are great drifting theatre curtains in the sky, and they change color as she watches: green goes to purple, purple to vermilion, vermilion to a queer bloody shade of red she cannot name. Russet perhaps comes close, but that isn't it exactly. She thinks no one has ever named the shade she's seeing.”
“Look for the Sunlight through the Clouds.”
“Light is always more beautiful when it has to fight to be noticed, like sunlight fighting through the clouds after a rainstorm.”
“Do not despair. Do not give up. Look for the sunlight through the clouds.”