They could now continue their approach through the soft white haze to a fifty-iral decision height.

The room seemed to glow with a soft white haze.

He pulled back the curtain and peeked out, only to see nothing but white haze.

No clouds, no blue sky, only white haze that looked close enough to touch.

Through the white haze he could see the pipeline, probably a good three hundred yards away.

The bright, cold lights drowned the moon in their white haze.

Overhead was exactly the same as the nonexistent horizon: white haze.

After a while the morning sun burned through the white haze, revealing a deep blue sky beyond.

Nothing but the white haze they needed to get under.

The white haze was turning dark around the outside, like a tunnel.