They changed from gray to white.
Their fronts were touched with the crimson fire.

They spread wide wings and set me thinking of angels worshipping, and all the waiting clouds below threw out long streamers towards the day, like soft white arms in prayer.
And behind the white curtains there, Carette lay sleeping.
...

Gray Robin fell suddenly off one leg on to the other in his sleep, and woke with a discontented snuffle.

Down in Havre Gosselin the seagulls were calling, "Miawk, miawk, miawk, miawk, miawk,--mink, mink, mink, mink,--kawk, kawk, kawk, kawk,--keo, keo, keo, keo, keo." ...

The sky up above was thin and blue.