In literature the “color” of morning mist is often less a fixed hue than a poetic evocation of light and transience, an impressionistic wash that suggests both concealment and revelation. For instance, authors describe it with a delicate palette—as in [1], where golden, rose, saffron, and pink tints merge into the mist at dawn, and in [2], where early sunlight “touches” the mist into gold, infusing the scene with a soft radiance. In other works the mist sets a benchmark for beauty, its subtle, ephemeral quality serving as a comparison for more vibrant tones, as seen in [3]. Likewise, [4] illustrates how the gray morning mist transforms into a silvery white under the rising sun, highlighting its mutable, almost otherworldly character. Through these uses, morning mist becomes an atmospheric color that captures the fleeting and enchanting quality of early light.
- Golden, rose, saffron, and pink, the morning mists smoked away across the flat green levels.
— from Kim by Rudyard Kipling
- The morning mist, touched into gold by the first rays of the sun, hovered above the country road.
— from A Family of Noblemen
The Gentlemen Golovliov by Mikhail Evgrafovich Saltykov
- In colours gayer than the morning mist, The long hall glittered like a bed of flowers.
— from The Princess by Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Baron
- The gray morning mist was turned silvery white by the rising sun, and giving color to it all were the wide stretches of the flowers.
— from Atlantic Classics, Second Series