“A person learns much about themselves when lost. Whether it is one of discovery or acknowledgement,
it is a revelation of sorts. Or, maybe not …”
What is once familiar is now so unfamiliar. Walk this way, walk over there. Not much can be recognized. Not the homes, not the street names. It is all a blur.
The fog begins to lift, letting what could not be seen become visible.
And, hope the darkness of night does not slip back into the daylight.
I’m Midnight Cat, and I approve this Halloween post.