The sky was overcast

'The sky was overcast, but occasionally the sun would glare thorugh. Part of the clouds shone white, like the white breast of a woman that one can vaguely make out under numerous layers of clothes; but further back, the whiteness became indistict and, although one could still tell where the sun was, it blended with the even, dull color of the sky.'

'Yukio Mishima, from The Temple of the Golden Pavilion, translated by Ivan Morris, 1959.