C159 Surrounded(part i)

Like a veil, like a mist, like a cloud, hanging from a tree, circling the roof, spreading over the mountain path, hiding in the grass.

It was like the surging tide, like the white gulls flapping, the smoke drifting in and out, and everything was hazy. The white mist turned into tiny water droplets that sprinkled onto the surface of the road and onto the trees. The road was damp and rugged