Walking uphill toward an early sunset I watched drifting clouds blend and part as the day’s last shred of sunlight slipped through.

Comfort has turned to sand and I can’t see the future anymore.

I am lost.

Creamy lavender hues paint the sky behind charcoal trees dressed in black, swaying leaves. The scene is beautiful and cold.

I am lost.

After pouring a glass of wine I rubbed my fingers along the rim and wondered about the weeks as they pass — time flowing along while I crawl around in the dark looking for answers. Where am I?

Demons swirl in my thoughts and I lift my glass to toast, to sip, to taste bitter beautiful flavors on my lips.