The beams of their flashlights danced and jigged with them, sweeping circles of white light over windows dark except for the occasional candle.

The beam of the light danced carelessly off the ceiling and the walls.

Its beam danced over lead-stained stones, which glistened here and there as if snails had left their slimy tracks.

Harsh beams of light slashed through the downpour and danced over the rain-pocked ground on either side of him.

The beam danced crazily as the light wavered in her shaking hand.

Sunshine reflected from crisply whitewashed walls; stray beams danced across the flagged floor.

When the light beams above danced away, they surfaced, took a breath and dove again.

But when she turned, and those last gilded beams of the setting sun danced against the window at her back, she seemed simply indestructible.

The gums huddled closer, casting deep shadows through which the occasional beam of sunlight danced.

The pale beam of a flashlight danced through the darkness beyond the bedroom door.