This morning some strange clouds, wispy and very high, had begun to form quite early.

The sky was a bright, clear blue, with only a few white, wispy clouds drifting by.

I felt transported on a soft wispy cloud of desire.

Wispy clouds raced low along the horizon in the distance.

I glanced up to see that the wispy clouds had rolled away from the moon.

There was nothing out there but a few wispy clouds.

She sighed, opening her eyes to watch the wispy clouds chased by the wind.

A few wispy clouds on the horizon had already begun to turn gold in the soft evening light.

Wispy clouds were starting to appear and scud across the stars.

Patches of wispy cloud shot by, obscuring the view, but they could see down.