He started to talk when she wound her fingers into his hair.

She was winding one end of it into a little ball.

The year was winding into winter, and the sun rose late.

Then he wound his hands into it and began to climb.

She wound them together into a single rope or power.

Beyond it he could see the road winding away into the countryside.

It showed a great river winding into the interior for a hundred miles or more.

The evening was very quiet; the late traffic had already wound its way into the city.

Somehow, her hand wound its way into his and they were dancing - close.

We followed the trail for two days as it wound higher into the mountains.