The mist

The mist sets upon this lonely cul de sac. It creeps throughout, not a single crevice left untouched. The mist patrols the pathways as its inhabitants cower in their burrows anything to be warm and glad, but many have the curséd luck of Sinbad as the cold leaps into their abode, It attacks viciously until the sun appears, serentipitously and the mist... simply evaporates, the survivors breathe a sigh of relief, they recuperate as the heinous onslaught abates.