The late afternoon sun framed him in soft gold light.

He was surrounded by the gold light of the highest spiritual realm.

Gradually the sword he held began to glow with a gold light.

A single lamp was lit, casting a soft gold light.

Say does my lady wake to note The gold light into silver die?

She sat by a window, smiling in the gold light of a sun not painted.

The gold light made her face look bright and fresh.

He smiled, his brown eyes full of gold light for just an instant.

Like this big gold light that makes everything better.

In the perfect gold light of afternoon his blond hair gleamed.