A fragrant breeze wandered up from the quiet sea, trailed along the beach, and drifted back to the sea again, wondering where to go next. On a mad impulse it went up to the beach again. It drifted back to sea.
I have known beaches, but I have no particular fondness for them. I don't like sand in my crevices. I don't like sand at all. I don't enjoy all that sunshine and heat without the benefit of climate control.
I would prefer to keep my clothes on. Unless there's a brisk breeze or something, I tend to keep them on.
Lightning crashed on the horizon. A breeze swirled around the Cast Members. The air tasted dusty, almost bitter, with electrical charge.
What Americans call cross-ventilation, the English call draughts.
I like the cold weather better than the hot weather.
I have always loved a window, especially an open one.
There's nothing like a nice May day in Foxborough.
Wind is a floating wave of air, whose undulation continually varies.
Please leave the window open.
A great wind swept over the ghetto, carrying away shame, invisibility and four centuries of humiliation. But when the wind dropped people saw it had been only a little breeze, friendly, almost gentle.
Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you" Birds singing in the sycamore tree Dream a little dream of me
Folks, this is perfect weather for today's game. Not a breath of air.
I would try and help everybody, because the game was so easy for me. It was just like walking in the park.
It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries.
But if i sit here and weep I'll be blown over by the slightest of breeze
My boy, one small breeze doesn't make a wind storm.
Love is just like a breeze: it comes, but you should not close your doors to keep the breeze inside.
I can feel the wind go by when I run. It feels good. It feels fast.
Summer is always best through a window.
Oh, my God, this amazing cool breeze is coming through my window and the sun is shining. I'm happy.
My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring and carried aloft on the wings of the breeze.
Acorns are planted silently by some unnoticed breeze.
A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine.
Meditation is like the breeze that comes in when you leave the window open; but if you deliberately keep it open, deliberately invite it to come, it will never appear.
