Not a breath of air stirred over the free and open prairie; the clouds were like light piles of cotton; and where the blue sky was visible, it wore a hazy and languid aspect.

We were soon free of the woods and bushes, and fairly upon the broad prairie.

Crossing the Penobscot, one found a visible descent in the scale of humanity.

If only i could get that under control then i feel like i could stay here a long time, watching the days leaking into the nights, swilling over the buildings, bleeding back again.

I could lie and not think of anything but ways to describe the sky, the clouds, the light.

I sell blue sky and coloured air.

It was a rich and gorgeous sunset - an American sunset; and the ruddy glow of the sky was reflected from some extensive pools of water among the shadowy copses in the meadow below.