1 It was part of the sun's red and of the pure glitter on the snow.
2 A red sun stood over the grey rim of the fields, behind trees that looked black and brittle.
3 The early mist had vanished and the fields lay like a silver shield under the sun.
4 They drove slowly up the road between fields glistening under the pale sun, and then bent to the right down a lane edged with spruce and larch.
5 The lane passed into a pine-wood with boles reddening in the afternoon sun and delicate blue shadows on the snow.
6 Across its frozen surface, from the farther bank, a single hill rising against the western sun threw the long conical shadow which gave the lake its name.
7 She sat down on the tree-trunk in the sun and he sat down beside her.
8 As they drove away the sun sank behind the hill and the pine-boles turned from red to grey.
9 Once he found her mouth again, and they seemed to be by the pond together in the burning August sun.
10 Outside, the late afternoon sun slanted down in the yard, throwing into gleaming brightness the dogwood trees that were solid masses of white blossoms against the background of new green.
11 Now that the sun was setting in a welter of crimson behind the hills across the Flint River, the warmth of the April day was ebbing into a faint but balmy chill.
12 It was a pleasant land of white houses, peaceful plowed fields and sluggish yellow rivers, but a land of contrasts, of brightest sun glare and densest shade.
13 The plantation clearings and miles of cotton fields smiled up to a warm sun, placid, complacent.
14 The sun was low across the new-plowed fields and the tall woods across the river were looming blackly in silhouette.
15 The sun was now below the horizon and the red glow at the rim of the world faded into pink.