He looked at the sky and saw the white cumulus built like friendly piles of ice cream and high above were the thin feathers of the cirrus against the high September sky.
His gorgeous pink rag of a suit made a bright spot of color against the white steps and I thought of the night when I first came to his ancestral home three months before.
In Georgian times women would wear wigs or they could use their own hair and brush it back into hair pieces or padding or switches to create this height and this volume.
I think the fascination with white has been this notion of clean, modern, and something that sets off the other elements that you do want people to look at.
The tops of the hills stood sharply like cruel teeth against the sky. A cold wind was blowing, and night was falling. I saw Sir Henry pull his coat closer round him.