Footsteps in the Fog (pt. 1)

Footsteps in the Fog (pt. 1) The cold light of the moon illuminates the grassy headlands where you find yourself that night, chilled and dampened by the low evening fog. As you walk toward the tiny flickering light that signifies the presence of a familiar wrought-iron gate, you wish you could remember why you were there at all. But you walk on. (Photo by Jan Jakub Naništa on Unsplash)