mist over

As the moon misted over and disco music waned, the grooms and their new brides stepped out into the cool summer night, laden with kata, to give blessings and thanks to each departing guest.

Shama had maintained her martyr’s attitude throughout, sitting on the low bench, her skirt draped over her knees, one hand supporting her chin, her staring eyes misting over with tears.

[…] the play, rather than tingling with the anguish of a man torn between his country and his conscience, is merely misted over with sadness.