Gray skies are just clouds passing over.
“Pro football is like nuclear warfare. There are no winners, only survivors.”
“Before the first year, nobody gave it a chance. Now, 36 years later, everybody knows Monday Night Football.”
“Pro football is like nuclear warfare. There are no winners only survivors.”
“How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself over the London cloud-bank. It shines on...”
“Some call me nature, others call me Mother Nature. ... How you choose to live each day, whether you regard me or disregard me, doesn't really matter to me. One way or other, your actions will deter...”
“The color has faded out of the sky. It is grey, becoming darker as the world turns herself round a little more. The clouds are long and black and ragged, like the wings of stormbattered dragons.”
“You are the rainbow that adds color to my gray skies.”