His eyes were light, and the light from the window filled them so they seemed clear as water.

That morning it was sunny, and light would have filled the windows.

Only the light of the dying fire filled the little room.

Hard, white, blinding light filled the room for a second.

At the moment, with the rain still coming down outside, a gray light filled the room and the air was chill.

And no sooner had they entered than a soft light filled the room.

At ten past six, the milky light was already filling the sky.

Night had gone and a dull gray light filled the room.

The vast eyes widened and a new light filled them.

Before any words came out, however, a light of understanding filled his eyes.