His feet grew heavy, clutched by mud, and he saw ahead a trail of silver water.

The earth seemed to dissolve under the solid sheets of silver water.

She was the brightest thing in all that expanse of silver water and pale sky; he could have warmed his hands at her red hair.

Rosie's hair splashed like a stream of silver water over her fingers.

A ship's bell echoed across the lapping silver water.

He sank downward into the river, down through the silver waters, and was gone.

He listened and the music was like the sound of silver water running over happy stones.

Even on cloudy days the glare from the silver water pained her eyes.

The ground was softening, and the Cradle's silver waters were bubbling up around their feet.

Maybe the loons were out on the lake, floating safely in the silver water.