Excerpts of Weather - Sky

The sky was a bruised red shot with black, almost exactly the colours of a tattoo. Sunset had two minutes left to live.

- Denis Johnson, Jesus’ Son

The sky was a grey sea with no tide.

- Geoff Dyer, The Colour of Memory

The sky above the port was the colour of television, tuned to a dead channel.

- William Gibson, Neuromancer

Outside, the stars were shining coldly in a cloudless sky, and the breath of passers-by blew out into smoke like so many pistol shots. 

- Arthur Conan Doyle, The Blue Carbuncle