Came back! At half past nine, as the light crept down the hillside, it appeared again. After my rash but poetic promise, what could I do but wrap up in scarf and coat and rush outside. Running proved not to be practical on the icy footpath, but I did what I could.
The mist was elusive. But what was that strange sun, reflecting up into the clouds?
Windows, glowing. And then the mist curled around the hillside, and away.