The smoke that came in on the night breeze didn't seem to bother him.

But too much smoke seemed to be drifting from the fireplace into the room.

As he waited and watched for something spectacular to happen, the hot fire's smoke seemed to be getting into his eyes.

The smoke from the fires to the north seemed to getting worse.

Smokers all sit on the west side of the room, but the smoke doesn't seem to know it should stay there.

Fire and smoke seemed to suck up all the oxygen.

Black smoke seems to color everything, including a man's spit.

Black smoke seemed to cloud the surface of the Mirror.

From the road, where she'd left her broken-down car, the smoke rising in the trees hadn't seemed too far off.

Even the smoke seemed to hang motionless in the air.