Then I looked down at the network of city streets and the estuary's bright water, five or six hundred feet below.

Down in a little river valley, sun struck the water, bright as silver.

They could see the lake now, way out in front, a vast expanse of bright water.

The bright water of a scenic lake spread below: a natural safety net.

Instead, he turned to stare out across the bright water, hiding his face from her.

I lay on a log and dangled my line in the bright water.

On this side the bright water was almost to the top of the gate.

White sand and bright blue water rival any other beach in the Pacific.

He can see fish flicking about in the bright water.

A stream of bright red water ran from her clothes and down the drain.