The sky is blue so we know where to stop mowing.

We will not wait for the winds to stop blowing, we won't wait for the sky to turn blue.

The world is so depressing which is why the sky is usually blue.

The sky, the sky beyond the door is blue.

I try to keep an open mind, but not so open that my brains fall out.

The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.