He then vanishes in a cloud of mist.

During the summer months, as the train rolls into to the station, a cloud of mist can be seen under the train.

The wire beneath his feet traced a looping path out over the lip of the falls, threading clouds of mist that rose like dry ice from the chasm.

As darkness lifts, clouds of mist hang in the valley below and gibbons whoop like lonely whales on the sea of trees.