I thought the fresh air would revive her.

Yes, let's have some fresh air.

I simply went outside for a breath of fresh air.

Because I can't sleep without fresh air.

Yeah, I reckon all that fresh air give us all an appetite.

I only opened the door to let in a little fresh air.

I have to take off my shoes to get any fresh air.

I plan to take Ellie on a socially significant drive through Brentwood and Bel Air to show her some of our depressed areas.

Pretty in a tub of fresh churned butter.

one of them there fields sets up in the air.

We gotta get rid of it. Turn on the air conditioning.

The way you produced this banquet, right out of thin air.

"Look at the birds of the air. They do not sow or reap."

Well, instead of that, she whipped around and throwed that thing in the air.

The object of the game is to hit them as they fly through the air.

Well, I was blowing air into it like this here, when all of a sudden, pow!

They send balloons tens of thousands of feet into the air to measure wind velocity, barometric pressure, moisture content, and temperature.

Of course.

I've dined on hog jowl, sorghum, homemade bread, fresh churned butter, served on pottery that might have been unearthed at Williamsburg.

They weren't all strictly fresh, mind you, and some of them still had the black ribbons on them.