Tears streamed down her face and the wind burned her eyes, but she cried anyway.

I just held on as the wind burned us and we sailed over the wind-carved waves of ice.

He had a wide,wind burned face and wore a black patch over the empty socket of his left eye.

There was a secret glow in her eyes; the wind had burned her cheeks, a nicely done effect.

A lean, wind burned American walked towards us, his boot-heels ringing on the concrete.

The wind burned his eyes, and they began to water.

The wind, sharp and biting off the sea, burned like flame through his wet flight suit.

The cold wind sank into their bones and burned like ice on their exposed skin.

The wind of their passing burned his face and ran thrilling fingers through his hair.

The wind burned my exposed flesh as I forced myself to look around and check.