I walked on toward the sound of the music, invigorated by the cool air and rushing wind.

The blast was muted by their speed, the sound of rushing wind through open windows, but it did its job.

And then all at once there was a brilliant white glare and a sound like rushing wind.

The fragrant, rushing wind pushed me toward her as I ran down the mound.

All around me was open air, space, rushing wind, empty, wide, vast areas where nothing could protect me.

She had a sudden sense of rushing wind, of falling into her body again, and then the pain was gone.

There were hoofbeats, and then no sound but rushing wind.

Clouds drifted miles below me, and rushing wind made my hair stand up straight from my face.

"Let me help you," she said, and her voice carried the music of rushing wind.

As we left, we were met outside by an ominous, rushing wind.