Fly kites, sail boats, fly gliders, celebrate winds.
A new person in an old system is a fresh breeze.
A politician is a wind storm; afterwards you assess the damage.
A second wind yields a first place.
Winds are like humans — they come, they go, they stay, they blow.
Wet spring winds blow in the floral bling.
The winds of change always blow the same — constant.
Throw caution to the wind, but pack your parachute anyway.
A bag of wind is popped by an inattentive ear.
Love is a warm wind.