The soft wind of spring breathed in from the nearby park through the open windows; she did not know why it made her want to cry.

The sun waned and a bleak wind breathed upon the earth.

Outside, in the darkness, the wind wailed and breathed.

The wind breathed on it and Wallie held it firm with two hands.

The wind breathed on my sweating skin, letting the heat inside me escape.

It was entirely silent there except when the wind breathed in the firs.

Only the wind breathed through the nearer trees, rising a little with the oncoming day.

And all the low wind hardly breathed for fear.

On the second morning after setting sail, the wind breathed mild and fair.

A faint wind breathed through the trees, and I hitched the blanket higher on my shoulder.