nature

I am adrift in solitude, untethered and uncertain of my place. The fog is so dense I can taste its damp weight on my tongue, wrapping me in a veil of quiet isolation. Yet, in this sightless cocoon, my other senses awaken with a keenness I’ve never known. A distant warbler’s song drifts through the mist, the scent of ancient loam fills my lungs, and for a moment, I am nowhere—only here. But solitude cannot last. The sky clears, the world stirs, and a buzz in my pocket reminds me: I am no longer lost.