Then, as the sun sank toward the moor hills and the sky turned pink, his fire melted through the ice.
The far-off hills turned beautifully purple against the radiant sky.
The hills turned green and more than green, breathing with luxury.
The worst was 1999, when the wooded hills turned brown.
The far hills turned to gold for a moment with the last blazing light of the dying sun.
No hills here, so she left the river and turned directly toward her goal.
Today, they are the reason that the hills turn coffee-brown in the summer.
Since they don't bother gritting it, the hill turns into one long sheet of ice.
He also outlined the distant hills against a sky turned orange by the first rays of dawn.
The dangerous hills had turned black and olive.