She writhes on the floor, climbs on the kick drum, and windmills her playing arm.
Downstage, Truscott planted herself in a wide stance and windmilled her arms, then — delicately, even primly — spat a few times.
A girl in a rock band windmills her guitar, à la Pete Townshend, and milk trails from her fingers in a dramatic arc.
Rather than asking, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" and windmilling her way into a fight, she was assuming the role of victim.
A girl windmills her arms as she skips to a nearby hammock hung between two enormous trees.
Legs and arms stuck out of her any old how, her navel and her nose were chasing each other across her back, the windmill of her torso was inlaid with the multicolored satins of her dress, and one foot, encased in an enormous high-heeled shoe, shot up skyward. . . .
When Kitty was 9 years old, her father taught her a trick to measure the height of the windmill on her grandfather's farm: Measure its shadow and compare it with the shadow of a yardstick.
The tattered sails of the windmill behind her began to spin, then burst into flame like a Catherine wheel: her aria is a feat of pyrotechnics, and that, as Branagh well knows, means fireworks.
Eventually, Ms. Eikenberry said, a windmill of her own might grace the yard, but not much else will.
