Who is viewing this scene? Someone in the middle or on the edge of a dark forest on a dark night. The mists of night even threaten to darken the moon.
I wouldn’t be honest if I gave the impression that I always had it together. I don’t. Sometimes I feel this way. Very lost. Enveloped in darkness. Even the slight light that I have is borrowed, indirect, misty.
Sometimes the only hope I have is that dawn has arrived every day for a long time. It will again tomorrow.