A ghostly miasma hung over the roads, bound by the early morning chill and concealing the bustling lifeblood of traffic that flowed sinuously through the city beneath. The artificial beauty created by the rising sun filtering through the mist concealed the death that lay in its toxic grasp.
‘Miasma’, it’s a lovely word. If you've never met it before then let it roll around your mouth and off your tongue in a delicious explosion of new found speech.
Pick up a dictionary, pick a word, any word you don’t know and learn it. Expand your vocabulary, not to baffle people with new found knowledge, but to understand more when you read and to be able to communicate better with those around you.