The wind brushed her face, thick with a damp, salty taste.

The wind brushed at him, and he pulled his cloak closer in spite of the evening's warmth.

The wind brushed against his face, like a sign.

The wind brushed past her and was gone.

The cold wind brushed under the window, eddying in the change tray.

Brin lifted her face momentarily as the wind brushed past.

The wind brushed suddenly against his face, sharp and quick.

Snow thumped off the trees as a contrary wind brushed them.

The wind brushed the hair back from his face.

The wind made by flying lead brushed his face.