Cloudless

Today the sky is a cloudless blue.

Side by side on the narrow shawl knelt the two wanderers, the little prattling child and the reckless, hardened adventurer. Her chubby face and his haggard, angular visage were both turned up to the cloudless heaven in heartfelt entreaty to that dread Being with whom they were face to face, while the two voices—the one thin and clear, the other deep and harsh—united in the entreaty for mercy and forgiveness.

The sky was cloudless and vibrant, the brightest of blues.

Today the sky is cloudless and blue.

Today the sky is cloudless.

Above the city is a cloudless nighttime sky.

The night sky over the city is cloudless.

We seem to be transported, as in a dream, to the vines, and orange-groves, and cloudless skies of Greece, and the wearied spirit abandons itself for a while to the soft influences of the azure heaven, the countless luxuriance of roses, the undulating forms of the fair girls dancing in the shade, while youthful attendants brim the beaker with wine.

It was a warm, cloudless day.

The sun was shining high in a cloudless sky.