As he moved through the black room, it looked like his head and hands were floating on their own.

His hand had floated free, beyond his grasp, but it didn't matter now.

His hand floated over the fire and the blaze died instantly.

Her head and bare hand floated in the air.

My unattached hands floated in front of me by themselves.

Even when there is no one to conduct, his hands float up from the keys to shape a phrase in air.

His hand was slipping and floating on the tide.

The way her hands floated down and came to rest like falling flower petals filled him with longing.

Then, the hand floating slowly along in front of him, he stepped up onto the bridge and headed for the gate.

It was the shape of a hand, tiny and dimpled, floating inside me.