Out of the Fog

Nature has its own ways of reminding me about who I am, where I go, and when to slow down. I haven’t had time to look back on the last year and evaluate it on my terms.

Today as I was biking home from dropping my kids at school, I had a little time to think. The mild winter turned cold recently and I took a deep breath of the fresh air. The fog seemed thicker on my way home. The view was picturesque. I could not see the big buildings that surround the area. No corporate building, no hotels. Just the road and half bushes.

I could see as far as 20 meters. Everything looked small, half-baked, and mysterious. I was just staring at this abyss ahead of me. The fog reminded me of the year that lies ahead of us.

We don’t know where it leads, and we are not sure if places still exist but we have to keep going.

I have to believe my home is waiting for me. I have to believe that when the sun is up all these mysterious streets will look familiar again. All the half-ready houses will be taller. The trees are not cut in half, the park is not small.

And the warm light is going to come. Sun will rise again. It’s a fundamental rule of Nature. So I just kept going into the fog, believing I’d end up home.

And I did.

That is what the year 2025 holds for me.

I keep going, I keep believing, and the Sun will come up.

Sure, I mean interpersonal Sun because what the world turned into is nothing I’d like to see.

Have a wonderful wooden snake year, everyone!

Thanks for reading me.

The Witty Witch