in light of

Gillingham tells Mary that he wants to make their lives simpler, but it sounds a little like the dying of the light.

Behold a dumpy, comfortable British paterfamilias in a light flannel suit and a faded sun hat.

She did not need a great cook-book; She knew how much and what it took To make things good and sweet and light.

Mr. Jones swung round a large iron key he held in his hand, and light dawned upon him.

Distance, the uncertain light, and imagination, magnified it to a high wall; high as the wall of China.

The faint candle-light glimmered on a ponderous gilded cornice, which had also sustained violence.