She stood on the cliff, her hair wind-blown and her eyes fixed on the distant horizon.

The wind-swept cliffs loomed over the gray sea.

She carried her wind-board across the sand and scanned the horizon for a good gust.

She decided to toss to the wind her doubts and pursue her dream without looking back.

During the long wind-hold, the sailors stripped the sails and waited for a breeze.

The captain warned us that a wind hold ahead could delay our voyage.

When the factory closed, he comforted his laid-off colleagues with the old saying it's an ill wind, reminding them that someone, somewhere, would likely benefit.

As we hiked up the hill, the solitary wind mill cast a long shadow over the valley.

The old farm still had a creaking wind-mill standing atop the hill, its sails turning in the autumn breeze.

The field was dotted with wind-borne seeds that had traveled from distant meadows.