Word: fogged
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...Cape Canaveral was bathed in a fluffy, gently swirling fog. Cradled in its candy-striped gantry, breathing icy puffs of liquid oxygen, was the Air Force's 88-ft. Pioneer moon-probe missile. In the blockhouse, the countdown droned on for nearly 24 hours, finally ticked through the seconds to zero...
Most clouds and fogs are made of water droplets that are too small to fall. Nature has various methods of making the droplets grow big enough to fall as rain, but they are not always in operation. Often great clouds heavy with water float across a thirsty land without dropping rain, or fog hangs for hours over an airport...
Point of Departure. Arriving on the waterfront, Brown jumped from his car, plunged through the low-hanging fog to the point where hundreds of workmen were converging on the Star & Crescent ferry slip, ready to ride to their Navy shipyard jobs on North Island. "I'm Pat Brown!" cried Candidate Brown, reaching for workmen's hands as if they were gold nuggets. One, two, three workmen hurried past, heads down, clutching their lunch boxes, leaving Pat's hand dangling in midair. A ferry attendant came up, told...
Sweeping through a subarctic fog one morning last week, the Icelandic patrol boats Maria Julia and Thor bore down on a pair of British trawlers that had dropped their nets within seven miles of Iceland's coast. The Icelanders had succeeded in getting nine men aboard the trawler Northern Foam when the British frigate Eastbourne charged at flank speed onto the scene. The nine boarders were quickly subdued, bundled into a motor launch and ferried back to Thor. But Thor's skipper refused to accept them, on grounds that the British had used coercion in removing them from...
...moments, and moments only, Cheever's characters can be possessed by joy, reveling in the "idle splash and smell of a heavy rain" or scenting on some passing breeze "the salt air in the churches of Venice." But guilt and remorse close in like sudden fog, a free-floating guilt that seems to swirl around some atavistic memory of the Good Life. Thus an errant wife who has drunk and danced through the night is startled by the birds of dawning: "The pristine light and the loud singing reminded her of some ideal-some simple way of life...