The light of the packed Tabernacle washed him with energy.

The light from the screens washed like a dull fire into the cabin.

The red flashing lights washed across their faces, making them look almost bloody.

The lights of the outpost washed out the stars overhead.

Yellow light the color of a baby's bad dream washed over the clientele.

The last light of the day washed over him and for one breathless moment he appeared to glow.

The white light of Solinari washed his hair in silver.

The green light of the garden washed into the rainy night.

The bright light washed all the color from the snakeskin.

The light from one of the torches washed over someone close by.