A glass of water, not very cold, was held to his mouth.

He moved so that his nose was close to the cold glass of the wet window.

Beyond the window's cold glass the night was still and the stars blazing.

The tabletop between them was made of cold dark glass.

She turned to the window leaned her head against the cold glass.

She retreated quickly to the kitchen and got herself a cold glass of water.

Each time she looked, beyond the cold glass the dark street was empty.

He sat with his head leaning against the cold glass.

He went to the window, pressed his forehead against the dark, cold glass, and looked down into the street.

The atmosphere in his office was like thin, cold glass.