They left her standing in the door as they went off up the trail, the glistening snow making the world so dazzling in the sunlight, so blinding to her eyes, used to the obscurity of the cabin, that the many tracks past the door were unnoticed by her.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
As she sat on in the blinding heat, her life passed in retrospect before her, and something half bitterness, half elation sprang up in her soul as she gazed upon it.
"The Locusts' Years"
Mary Helen Fee
Finally, when no longer able to force the dogs through the blinding drift we sought the lee of an unlifted block of ice.
"My Attainment of the Pole"
Frederick A. Cook