Macy Cronkrite

“I loved weather, all weather, not just the good kind. I loved balmy days, fearsome storms, blizzards, and spring showers. And the colors! Everyday brought something to be admired: the soft feathery patterns of cirrus clouds, the deep, dark grays of thunderheads, the lacy gold and peach of the early morning sunrise. The sky and its moods called to me.”
― L. Jagi Lamplighter, Prospero Lost

“When someone tells me "no," it doesn't mean I can't do it, it simply means I can't do it with them.”
― Karen E. Quinones Miller

“...the bones of cirrus clouds stand out like ribs against the sky - an angel is stretching...”
― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain