After a mere million years, the night air blew cool on his face, and Brutha stepped out under the stars.

The nearer acres of rock flowers fluttered and for half a minute the breeze blew cool on their faces.

The wind was blowing hard and cool across the mountain.

No winds came to blow cool on the sweating faces of the poor.

In the car to the hotel, the windows were opened and the wind was blowing cool off Lake Michigan.

Through the open window the air blew cool, smelling of juniper and dust.

The wind blew cool on his face.

The trail left the valley, climbing to a high meadow where the air blew cool.

Not far from it is the little palace the King built last year, on a mountain-side where the winds blow cool.

The wind still blew cool, but the sun shone in a cloudless sky.