sky, n.All

Pigs are physiologically incapable of looking at the sky

The Sky is the nature of art.

The Sky is like a human mind, with uncountable shifting pictures and caverns and heights and misty places, and lakes of blue, and big sheets of forgetting, and rainbows, illusions, thunderheads, mysteries.

The Sky is darkly, deeply, beautifully blue.

Birdie birdie in the sky laid a turdie in my eye. If cows could fly I’d have a cow pie in my eye.

The Sky is that beautiful old parchment in which the sun and the moon keep their diary.

The Sky is the daily bread of the eyes.

The Sky is the part of creation in which nature has done for the sake of pleasing man.

The Sky is the ultimate art gallery just above us.

The Sky never quite recovers from a fallen tree.