At sundown, the windows of its tall office spires, condominiums and hillside homes blaze with reflections.

Every window in the house blazed with light.

The windows blazed like tens of thousands of eyes.

Its windows, patterned and stained with color, were already blazing with torchlight.

The city's streets had gone dark and windows blazed, silhouettes partying in them.

At three o'clock in the morning you could look up and their windows were blazing with light.

Patti's Joseph's window was blazing with light.

Their windows blazed with the kind of green-tinged light that comes from cheap tubes and white tile.

The windows of the stone house blazed warmly from within.

Above me, the window in his bedroom blazed with light.