Through my half-open eyes, I watched her dress in the leafless willows. Her pulchritudinous skin transparent in the fog swirling and eddying around her. Carefully, she pulled her white slip from the branches, not wanting the fine threads snagged. The fog thickened, showing her as a silhouette in alabaster. I hoped a breeze would move the heavy air to show me the moisture on her before she finished dressing. However, the fog thickened, hiding her completely from me. A whirl of movement approached me. I could not make out her features but knew it to be her, transformed once again.