Fog

All around you appears hazy. Sunlight has been blocked out. The air is pregnant, claustrophobic. You have no sense of where you are, and you have lost your sense of direction. You hesitate taking a step forward in case it's the wrong direction, in case you step into a hole right in front of you that you cannot see.

Somewhere out there, you know the sun is shining. Muffled voices are carried to you from a distance. You pause and listen hard to hear what is being said. It is a leap of faith, and a monumental task, to keep on putting one foot in front of the other. It is tempting to just give up, sit down, and give in to despair. But you soldier on. Head down. Doggedly. Just keep on walking.

And in this manner, your days pass.

One morning, you notice something is different. Peering around you, you realise, you're casting a shadow on the ground. Lifting your head up, you find the rays of the morning sun warming your face. As you stand at the edge of the curtain of fog, you turn back and stare at the surreal landscape you have left behind.

You're out. At last.