I felt an answer, like a small play of wind against my face.

At any other time he would probably have taken them for some effect of wind.

I couldn't stand the feel of the wind on my face.

A bit of a wind came up after we'd been there three or four days.

It can be a little dark, but at least you're out of the wind.

There was no sound but the voice of the wind.

Up here there was always the sound of the wind.

"Only a moment of cold wind, and then you will have nothing to fear ever again."

They were coming right at us with a good beat of wind behind them.

I called over the sound of the wind and water, "Maybe not you, but someone in your office."