We began to see mist rising from open water to the north.

So much light, there seemed to be, even in that moment when the mist rose to his feet.

It had changed, even in the last few minutes; a mist was rising from the Sea.

The mist had risen a hundred feet or so, but no more.

The rain had stopped, and mist was rising from the water.

It just slowly came clear, like the mist rising on a mountain morning.

But the mist had completely risen now, and my new world lay ahead of me.

Once more, the mists were rising as I walked away.

Early morning when the mist is rising and the clouds are low, it looks like some movie.

Mist was rising from the clearing, all about the old man.