At night the house glows like a colorful lantern.

It had been a splendid summer, she reflected, the garden was at its best and the house glowed warm in the rising sun.

The house glowed with a peachy postmodern charm, but the closets were giving her a touch of trouble.

Closer to, the house glowed, golden and beckoning as a cheery fire.

When the late afternoon light hits its plain but elegant red frame facade, the house glows like the autumn sun.

Two houses in from the end of the road, Cat Boxer's house glowed with lamplight.

In the evening their house glowed pink for an hour after the sun had set.

At night, with the curtains drawn and the shutters pulled closed, the house glows like a rectangular lantern.

The house behind him glowed brighter until it was clear the lapping light was flame.

The quiet suburban houses glowed from within, the streetlamps seemed to be lighting the way to the future.