I grew up near Sun Village and often rode my bike along the dusty desert roads.

As an adolescent, she was selected to become a virgin of the sun and spent her life serving the emperor in ritual purity.

The ancient temple was guarded by virgins of the sun who performed rituals at dawn.

She caught the sun in a mason jar and placed it on the windowsill.

Every morning the old telescope on the rooftop catches the sun for a brief, dazzling moment.

At dusk, the children were catching the sun in jars.

We spent the afternoon reading novels in the sun parlour, surrounded by potted plants and warm light.

The hotel's sun parlours were filled with guests enjoying the winter light.

She sipped her tea in the sun-splashed courtyard, listening to the distant clatter of the market.

They followed the sun across the islands, waking each morning to a new golden horizon.