A wash of weary daylight was breaking over the country-side, and the fields and roads were full of white mist--the kind of white mist that clings in corners like cotton wool.
一片倦怠的晨光正洒向乡野,田野与道路满是白雾——那种像棉絮般黏在角落里的白雾。
— G. K. Chesterton · The Ball and the Cross · XIII · The Garden of Peace —