The sky was black beyond the ocean, blue overhead.

There were even a few patches of blue overhead.

It was a bright spring day, the sky a deep, almost painful, blue overhead.

The night was still and peaceful, with a vast canopy of blue overhead.

Kirk didn't even glance up at the poor excuse for blue overhead.

It was a pleasant day, a bit "hot", the sky clear blue overhead.

The sky was blue overhead now, and the sunlight was bright.

Already, after going over the encounter a few times, it was becoming, like the blue overhead, ambiguous.

The sky was already brighter, even a few patches of blue overhead.

It flew above the cloud cover which still blotted out nearly all the blue overhead.