A Breath Away

There is that damp pressure pushing against your skin on those thick, fog congested mornings when the light is almost absent and you feel walled in and alone being deprived of distance with the world shrinking to a size little more than what is measured out by a few shuffled footsteps from where you stand. There seems nothing beyond. And yet, disorientated and carrying all your doubts, you push on, nurturing a sense of being drawn inexorably towards a somewhere, measureless in distance from the circumference of yourself, but just a mere breath away.