Then the wind shifted once again and the sound was gone.

Either the wind has shifted or we have turned to face it.

Friday morning the wind shifted again, this time to the north.

But then the wind shifted, and we were on a comfortable run.

The wind, not very strong, shifted direction, and we did the same.

Eventually the wind shifted, and our legs could work again.

I'm talking, instead, about how the political winds have shifted.

When the wind shifted, the room filled with smoke, though no one seemed to care.

"This magic will not take long, and I don't think the wind can shift in time."

Just when all seems lost, the wind shifts direction, taking the danger away.