It is late afternoon, and the low sun throws a long shadow on the violet sea.

Fog still clung to the water, but the sun was throwing a clear cold light across the buildings on the other side.

The late golden sun threw a long shadow out behind him.

You see, all these days the sun was not throwing his shadow where I had to have it.

The sun on the river threw reflections across the bedroom ceiling, down the wall.

The sun lifted over the hills and threw their shadows across the road.

The sun threw bands of yellow light across the empty street.

One time, just as the sun was sinking and throwing its red light through the opening, I heard a scratching sound outside the wall.

The sun throws your long shadow, swinging too, across the grass.

The air was clear and the sun threw long shadows.