From "The Virginian" a novel by Owen Wister about Wyoming, which had an influence on Annie Proulx.
"The sun was now shining warm during two or three minutes together, and gulfs of blue opened in the great white clouds. These moved and met among each other, and parted, like hands spread out, slowly weaving a spell of sleep over the day after the wakeful night storm. The huge contours of the earth lay basking and drying, and not one living creature, bird or beast, was in sight. Quiet was returning to my revived spirits, but there was nione for the Virginian."
If you're interested, check out the Virginian topic in Anything Goes.