Mist The mist rolls in from the wild, rolling sea, and the woman turns to salt looking back to the places where the cities and the cages await. The mist rolls down from the high mountain forests, and the woman turns to flesh looking into the places where the shadows meet the golden light. The mist rolls up from the canyons and the rivers, and the woman turns to spirit looking back at the wild eyes where the eagle flies and the flesh and spirit meet.