She was watching me, deep inside her pool of light.

The figure put its arm into the pool of light.

I walked from one pool of light to the next.

She looked down into the pool of light, for that was what it seemed to become in her hold.

The women were first seen standing in separate pools of light.

He alone was illuminated, standing in a pool of light.

Below and to my right I could see another faint pool of light.

Into another small pool of light, the figure stepped forward.

Down the hill on the left is a pool of bright white light: Home.

Her soft brown eyes were caught by the pool of light.