The lower rim of the sun was almost touching the horizon.

The stars were pale, and a red rim of light touched the East.

When the lower rim of the orange sun touched the sea, it was almost as if a signal had sounded for the girl.

The rim of the glass touched his lower lip again; he shook his head.

The rim of the red was touching the horizon, all jagged with broken hills.

Outside, the short sun's fiery rim had touched the sea.

Its lower rim would not touch the place where sea met sky for another fifteen minutes or so.

A moment later, the rim of a goblet touched her lips.

The rim of his wheel touched the forks on both sides.

It had crossed the pass and already its rim touched the eastern peaks.