The cold, grey light was now strong in the room.

The next time I opened my eyes, gray light was coming through the window.

After three or four hours, gray light began to steal through the window.

There was no way she could not see the gray light.

Another step to the left put me out of the window's gray light.

She looked out to see gray light in the canyon.

She was sitting by the window, looking out over the gray light of later afternoon.

The first grey light of day was in the room.

In the gray light, I could make out the outline of a door.

A little grey light was coming in through the window.