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.

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

From the highway overpass, the distant cars looked distorted through the shimmering heat hazes.

Every evening, as the city quiets, a light mist hazes over the river, softening the outlines of the buildings.

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

The Hazelriggs met every autumn at the manor to decide the fate of the estate.

Hazelrigg smiled as she explained that her surname came from Old Norse and once described a hazel-covered ridge.

In the late afternoon, the hedgerow was dotted with hazels, their yellowing leaves whispering in the breeze.

In autumn we collected the fragrant leaves from the witch hazel to dry for winter potpourri.