A white mist lay upon the land and the air was cool.

He knew the mist might lay on the sea all day; it often did, in winter- time.

It was early morning and a mist lay in the valleys.

Dawn was just a few hours past, and the mists of morning still lay on the ground.

Mist lay along the ground; they all seemed to be wading.

Seeing them I slipped back a little way to where the mist began, lay down and listened.

Mist lay low in the trees, but he figured the sun would soon burn it off.

It was a sharp, cold morning and a thick, white mist lay everywhere.

A mist lay like a gray curtain over the tents.

To the east, where the bay opened toward the sea, a grayish mist lay over the black water.