The sun, bright and strong for most of the day, had helped keep him going.

They ran toward him as he came out into the bright sun.

He thought it might be the heat, and the bright sun.

Then the world had shape again under a bright sun.

A few hours of bright sun in the morning did not hurt.

His light brown eyes seemed almost golden in the bright sun.

But everyone present was convinced it felt like 100 or more under the bright sun.

Even bright sun did not bring what they considered real warming.

It was dazzling to be out in the bright sun again.

In the bright sun you have to cast tight to the bank.