She stepped into the bright air, stretching like a cat in the sunshine.

You lean out of the window and feel the cold bright air whistling past your face.

A strong glassy wall stood where there should be nothing but bright air and white clouds.

The sound of voices carried easily up to her in the clear bright air.

He looked away from her, and stared at the bright air above his head.

The bright hot air seemed to hang between them.

There was not a breath of wind in that cool, bright air.

I left her for the bright, cold air, grateful for a moment alone to think.

The sound of laughter echoed through the bright, windy air.

A man with sharp eyes could see one, were the air clear and the sun bright.