It is all kind of foggy. I need to think.
I see a flash, like a snapshot, of the highway. A truck in front of me. It all looks wrong. It is just a flash, like a nanosecond frozen in time.
That’s it. No before nor an after, no origin nor destination. I was traveling, that is all. That instant is my everything, lost in this fog.
It doesn’t make sense.
But there is a light. There. Just in front of me.
The fog of my mind lifts slightly revealing little, but the fog around me lifts more.
I am on a tree-lined country road, the branches reaching over me forming a tunnel.
The fog blurs the trees so the road and tunnel soon disappear into a bright, amorphous light.
All I can do is walk towards it.
I don’t know where I was going on the highway nor where I am headed now, walking towards this light at the end of the tunnel of branches, but I have this feeling that my destination has changed.