Autumn morning, after a cold night, where much frost has collected. Enough that when the sun comes out (warmly and strongly), the frost, instead of melting and running down the blades of grass, evaporate and form a low hanging, cool mist (only a few feet high) over the grass.
It's the kind of mist that's so thick, if I could fly, I'd pass low over it, turn upside down, and dip a foot into to watch it swirl behind me and slowly seep back together, healing the grassy scar.
It's the kind of mist that's so thick, if I could fly, I'd pass low over it, turn upside down, and dip a foot into to watch it swirl behind me and slowly seep back together, healing the grassy scar.