Like windows in winter

Usage examples of frosty.

They came across other horse-like antelope, with backs and limbs of ebony black, bellies of frosty white, and huge backswept scimitar-shaped horns.

Meredith never flinched or broke eye contact with Perez, but Carmen sensed his frosty silence was a simple lack of any answer to that.

On my second visit, to attend the Nativity play, the place had been throbbing with parents, teachers and governors and there had been a Christmassy atmosphere in the frosty air.

The city manager smiled back, but again the smile was more than a little frosty.

Bending over, he saw that it was a deerfly lit up like an ember, but frosty green instead of orange.

In their faint and frosty glow, Fran could see the slabs of the Flatirons rising in the west.

She sagged against the scaly bark of a longleaf pine, her breath forming a frosty cloud in the air, grief and loneliness overwhelming her.

Another thing, Trillium Covert and Madrono Ranch were happily situated in a narrow thermal belt, so that in the frosty mornings of winter the temperature was always several degrees higher than in the rest of the valley.

On the other side of the Palmyrene boy, one of the Gaulish wizards was almost grinning, blowing frosty breath up into the air.

As I lay down, the gallop under the dark pines, the frosty moon, the forest fires, the flaring lights and roaring din of Truckee faded as dreams fade, and eight hours later a pure, pink dawn divulged a level blasted region, with grey sage brush growing out of a soil encrusted with alkali, and bounded on either side by low glaring ridges.

The creature emitted a whole host of pale plasms which darted away in all directions and presently returned with several dozen small spheres sparkling with a frosty blue light.

Michaela and Eliot sat at the kitchen table, sullenly eyeing a plate of frosty prepackaged strudel.

And down by Kosciusko, where the pine-clad ridges raise Their torn and rugged battlements on high, Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze At midnight in the cold and frosty sky, And where around the Overflow the reedbeds sweep and sway To the breezes, and the rolling plains are wide, The man from Snowy River is a household word to-day, And the stockmen tell the story of his ride.

They were a complicated frieze against a spackle of frosty stars, sharp and harshly lit in the clarity of vacuum.

As to Ada and me, whom he had wrapped up with great care, the night being sharp and frosty, we trembled from head to foot.