Groundmist

Coleman was the last of the aristocratic governors; not truly aristocratic, of course, but such as is so designated in Mississippi, where the landed gentry claims a bloodline that disappears kindly into the groundmists four or five generations ago, an aristocracy of certitude that nothing will ever change.

The old wrought-iron lamps on Bennett's Walk cast weak electric beams through the groundmist, making me think of London and Tyne Street and Jack the Ripper.

A low fog rolled across the frozen water, faint ripples thickening into groundmist at the tree line.

Groundmist was waist-high and looked as thick as candlegrease. The trees were in a silent semicircle within the mist.