The colors from the TV danced over his face.

Brilliant colors from the viewscreen image danced across their faces.

The colors danced across his pale, upturned features, making him look magical too.

The colors of the distant rocks danced in his awareness-brown, gold, a deep amber.

The cloud shifted shape as they approached it, and the colors danced throughout the spectrum.

All the colors of the rainbow danced and ifickered before my eyes.

The events of the last few minutes had left him tired, and colors were dancing in front of his eyes.

In the shifting light their elusive color shimmered and danced, as if seen underwater.

As they watched colours danced through it, running up and down the terminal screen.

As they walked, colors danced across their shoulders and bathed them in a supernatural light show.