It seemed like an omen of better times ahead, until I looked into the west.

The car ahead seemed to have no destination in mind.

The wall of the building ahead seemed to fade from purple to lavender to white.

I've made a couple of decisions and now the way ahead seems a lot clearer.

The gray light ahead seemed only a little closer.

Thuria seemed directly beneath us now instead of straight ahead.

Yet the man ahead seemed to know the path perfectly.

Especially when their only option seemed to be that intimidating structure ahead.

The battle had sapped his strength and now the island ahead seemed far away.

The Fokker ahead seemed to be holding its own now.