Beyond it, the wine-red sea glimmered with the last rays of the dying sunset.
The sea glimmered in the March evening.
To the east, beyond a stretch of coarsely grassed dunes, the sea glimmered, a band of gray steel.
Out there, under the bluest of skies, the sea glimmered like a mirror to the horizon.
The sea glimmered and gleamed like hammered silver, and the sky shone burnished blue.
The sea glimmered through the trees, our mastheads skeletal silhouettes against it, still surprisingly close.
On the horizon a bank of black clouds; the sea below glimmered like copper.
The sea glimmered palely out of the gloom, wide, flat, going on to the edge of the world.
Beyond the castle, the sea glimmered like iron.
