The hazed valley looked mysterious at dawn.

Morning hazes rolled in from the coast, softening the outlines of the cliffs.

Each morning, the factory's exhaust hazes the nearby fields until noon.

The memory of that summer was hazing over, leaving only fragmented images in his mind.

The coastal mornings were often shrouded in wet hazes that blurred the line between sea and sky.

By late afternoon, dry hazes drifted across the valley, dimming the sun.

A dry haze settled over the valley, made up of particles so fine they were neither visible nor tangible in the low humidity.

In the mornings, damp hazes rolled down from the hills, blurring the outlines of the trees.

A damp haze settled over the marsh, softening the sound of distant footsteps.

A wet haze hung over the marsh, muffling sound and softening the landscape.