The naked sun was trying to broil him.
The naked sun beat down, making an oven of the landscape.
The naked sun seared me right through my polarized goggles.
Higher up on the rocks, the mud was cracking and lifting its edges toward the naked sun.
It hurt to look at, like the naked sun.
I could feel the panic building as the air became stale and the naked sun beat down, turning my place of imprisonment into an oven.
All that day he suffered, tied and staked under the naked, open sun.
We are not accustomed to the open sky and the naked sun.
His drenched body was chilled through, even in the white, bright glare of the naked sun.
He meant that in empty space certain aluminum plates on the outside of the hull were picking up heat from the naked sun.
