He walked past closed office doors with names written in black on milky frosted glass.

Halfway he stopped, staring at the milky glass.

The milky glass filtered the sunlight to a bright overcast.

He looked like a glowing statue of milky glass, or like-Oh, gods.

To one side was a large white screen, to the other a wall of milky glass.

Then a distorted voice began speaking, his silhouette vaguely seen behind the milky glass.

He felt wan, like a pane of milky glass you could almost see through.

I bent over and looked in at the square of milky glass fixed inside.

She was right on the other side of the shower door, her plump form vaguely defined through the milky glass.

The light behind the milky glass winked out, and Leland took his hand away.