It was a beautiful winter day, with the sun warm on our heads.

The warm red sun was almost gone beneath the horizon.

If they kept on drinking they'd go to sleep in this warm sun.

A month or so in the warm (not hot) sun would do me a world of good.

He turned, feeling the cool breeze and warm sun on his face.

Do you want to go out, lie in the warm sun perhaps?

The young man could already feel the warm sun of the Caribbean.

Then, with the sun warm on his back, he started west.

It felt good to be working with his muscles in the warm sun.

With the warm sun on her face the rest of the world seemed a million miles away.