A thread of smoke rose from one mountain valley; probably goblins.

Not a thread of smoke was rising from the hundreds of log-cabins.

A gray thread of smoke rose from the glow.

Kilometers away, some threads of smoke were rising, suggesting human presence.

A thin blue thread of smoke rose above the trees far below.

A thin thread of smoke rose gracefully into the quiet air.

A thin, faint thread of smoke was still rising from the candles.

A thin thread of smoke rose from a farmhouse chimney, fixed in the still air.

In the fourth segment, this thread of life is wound around the dancer's body and then rises high across her head, an obvious release.

From this unseen receiver a little thread of green smoke rose vertically into the quiet air.