The gray waters of the East River now shone golden in the pale sunshine.

The fountains were off; the water was shining.

The water of the channel shone a rich, deep blue.

Under the light of Iduna's bright sun, the water glistened and shone with lambent beauty.

The water added weight and shine to her short but lustrous black hair.

It's super bright, and the water just shines.

As the light dimmed, the water slackened and shined like nickel.

Even far away from the edge of the steam column, the water shone a luminous turquoise.

After several minutes, the water began to sparkle and shine from a source of magic beneath its surface.

In the center of the hollow, where water shines like cold silver, awaits Tuka, arms outstretched.