“Beautiful as the Sky”
“‘I never think you can surpass yourself, darling, and then you go and prove me wrong: you look as beautiful as that sky.’ And he lifted a finger heavenward. His compliment carried weight, for, when she gazed up, the woman saw what looked like a volcanic eruption of cloud. From a base of shadowed porcelain blue, the vapors progressively lightened first to cyan, then to whipped-cream, and finally to blazing, silvered white. Small human-shaped figures broke off from the irregular upper edge of the mass, entering into a cylinder of down-pouring sunlight. They seemed to wish to be taken up that tube of light back into the sun. Had a masterly artist been able to paint this skyscape, a work of genius would certainly have resulted.”