It was about 8 degrees so despite the photos- not snowing.
There was so much moisture in the air that under photo flash it showed as an other-worldly mist.
Stephen King wrote a short story "The Mist" . It tells the tale of a hapless town set upon by a mist cloaking over-sized -and rather hungry for human flesh- arachnids. Despite my poor precis is it worth a visit.
The power of the written word! I read this in 1984, and I still stepped a little cautiously through the unseen last night.