A thick fog curled across the water.

Outside, the fog curled and drifted, beading the pane.

The fog had curled right up to the road, obscuring the beach in a bunting of yellow mist.

A white fog curled around me so tightly that I could neither see nor move.

Thick fog curled along the whole length of it.

The fog curled about their bodies, though their heads were above it.

A wind-whipped fog curled eerily about the tower, and a heavy drizzle had begun to fall.

The fog went ragged and curled into nothingness.

Still the fog curled, undisturbed by any shaft of sun.

The fog curled upon itself and Ballard glimpsed a form dividing the veils.