The group arrived just as the sun slid behind the western mountains.

The sun had slid behind the hills and Home, her brightest star, appeared in the sky.

The sun slid down into the arms of the sea, and for a moment fire spread across the waves.

The sun had lost its warmth, and was once more sliding beneath the horizon each night.

The sun slid slowly toward the horizon on the evening of the third day.

The sun slid in at one window and lighted up the inside of the shed.

By now she assumed the sun would be sliding toward the western horizon.

The sun slid under the flat plane of the world, and bang, it was night.

The sun was sliding toward the horizon; not long before they would have to stop.

How easy would it have been to see the red flag at all if the sun was sliding into the western sky?