hang

When England trudged off the field at Headingley, disappointment hung in the air for several reasons.

It was like you walked into some kind of parallel universe, a place where Scotland were now ruthless and full of running and where New Zealand were hanging on for grim death.

On the road rising to the Pyrenees, we stop at a posada, a roadside inn where strings of chorizo and peppers hang like wind chimes above the bar.

Mamdani bellowed on the oversized television screens hung throughout the Greyhound Bar & Grill.

At the University of Chicago, orange whistles hung around a bronze bust just outside the room where I spoke.