suffusion

Listen carefully to the Octet and all that exuberance and suffusion of warmth can be heard as not just innocent overflowing spirit but containing more than the composer or his world could sustain.

From the lakeshore looking up southward at the hills I saw a light I knew: the blink, the white suffusion of the sky, the glare of the glacier lying high beyond.

The stage is set with clean-edged forms, suffusions of blue and nearly single-point perspectives that glorify the skies, swimming pools, architecture and lawns of Los Angeles.

In each case, the face is transformed by a kind of gentle suffusion.

To me, this suffusion of language and light is like a chorus, because the scrolling words must harmonize with light, or push up against it.