“In the far, far future, essentially all matter will have returned to energy. But because of the enormous expansion of space, this energy will be spread so thinly that it will hardly ever convert back to even the lightest particles of matter. Instead, a faint mist of light will fall for eternity through an ever colder and quieter cosmos.” MatterLightFallEnergySpaceEternitySpreadEnormousCosmosExpansionParticlesMist Author:Brian Greene
“When the last deer disappears into the morning mist, When the last elk vanishes from the hills, When the last buffalo falls on the plains, I will hunt mice for I am a hunter and I must have my freedom.” LastsFallMorningDisappearHillsHuntingMiceHuntersHuntsMistDeerBuffaloElkMorning Mist Author:Chief Joseph
“Night doesn't fall in Rome; it rises from the city's heart, from the gloomy little alleys and courtyards where the sun never gets much more than a brief look-in, and then, like the mist from the Tiber, it creeps over the rooftops and spreads up into the hills.” LooksHeartLittlesNightFallCitiesSunSpreadHillsRomeMistCreepsGloomyAlleysRooftops Author:Caroline Llewellyn
“October arrives in a swirl of fragrant blue leaf smoke, the sweetness of slightly frosted MacIntosh apples, and little hard acorns falling. We are in the midst of cool crisp days, purple mists, and Nature recklessly tossing her whole palette of dazzling tones through fields and woodlands.” LittlesHardWholeFallFieldsBlueSmokeToneApplesMidstLeafsSweetnessPurpleMistOctoberDazzlingCrispsPaletteSwirlsAcornsWoodlandMacintosh Author:Jean Hersey