The silver mist still lay close to the ground.

The silver mists formed and parted to reveal an image.

The path stretched like a trail of pale silver mist.

It curved away below him, a crescent of faint silver mist.

It couldn't walk through the cloud of silver mist Harry had conjured.

To push the silver mists away was, after these many years, a trivial matter.

Now that Tony thought about it, this silver mist was heating up.

All he got was a set of swirling silver mist in the glass - and even hotter.

The silver mists fill the glass, then swirl and finally part.

Without a word, she waded into the pool and vanished in the silver mist of the fall.