I can see
Watching a football game on TV last night, I saw the players panting and I could see the fog each breath made. As a child, I remember walking to school and playing with this mist trying to blow smoke rings or just making interesting streams. In my bedroom I'd blow that mist on my window so I could use it to draw pictures or write words.
What hints or clues can you find that let's you know that it will soon be winter? Can you write a poem about that? Enjoy your misty words.