Concentrating on how everyone's hair moved gently in the breeze wasn't enough of a distraction.

Sometimes as her hair moves with the water, it gets all disheveled and tangled up.

Her hair is short and does not move in the wind.

His hair was moving a little in the natural draft through the room.

Her long brown hair moving in the heat but not yet burning.

His hair was long and black and moved like silky water as he looked at me.

So that the hair bounced and moved with him.

She did not move, but her coat and hair moved in the breeze.

Just then she was close to beautiful, her long straight hair moving softly in the hot Mediterranean sea breeze.

The hairs moved on the back of my neck.