She was aware of each time the breeze lifted his hair.

He lifted her hair and pulled his hands through it.

The evening breeze lifted the older woman's long, silver hair from her shoulders.

The restless wind lifted her hair and stirred the trees.

So she smiled, found the strength to lift her hand and stroke his hair.

The air over the water was cooler and the breeze lifted his hair.

Someone had lifted her hair and put it under a white cap.

He reached out a hand, lifting her hair, seeming to weigh it in his hands.

Beneath him, she sighed and lifted a hand to stroke his hair.

The wind had reached them, and it was lifting her hair.