Snow…

Hmm…

Sometimes on the search, I walk through foggy patches. After I do, I know where I am, but to others I am lost. Today while staring out the window, my eyes fell on a gift: an old yearbook from a friend. The yearbook is special because it’s from my freshman year of high school, but not from the high school I graduated from (or the city, for that matter). It was a previous school where I spent 3 years before that. I flipped through, and remembered the people who were there by me back then, realizing that sometimes when you look only forward, not everyone can follow along. One of them had written their phone number alongside their signature. I don’t recall anymore why I didn’t call when I got it, but perhaps I will now, after having walked through the fog.

Outside there was snow, falling in large wet flakes for as far as the eye could see. The things I remembered have long since passed the scope of my lens, so standing beyond the fog, I can only capture the snow.