Tåke [mist]

The mist came in, flattening and deadening all in its wake, giving everything an eerie sameness and artificiality. The cloud particles picked up the light of the sun and saturated the atmosphere with dull, yet blinding, white light.

Distances and dimensions could not be distinguished. It was as if a gigantic backdrop painted on silk was dropped from miles above, the weight of the paint pulling the fabric flush.

Mist on the Hardangerfjord