This morning was very foggy.
When I was waiting for a bus at about 7:40, I hardly saw 50 m (about 160 feet) ahead. Everything stayed very calm, and existed in the delicate shade of the white fog. It was very mysterious, and I felt that I was in a different world. At that time, I thought, 'This is like a beginning of some kind of fantasy novel, like Harry Potter.'
May be like this, "That morning was covered by the very tick fog. And that mysterious scene of the houses and roads made people calm and gave the feeling of strangeness ..."
How's that?
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