A Glimpse in the Fog

She is never going to know the answers. She has so many questions, so many thoughts clouding her mind, swirling around like mist on a foggy night. The kind of night that sends chills up and down the spines of even the most courageous. We fear these nights not because of the fog itself, but because of what the fog could be hiding. What might be lurking just a few feet ahead, concealed in the depths of this vapourous wall? We do not know. It is unknown, just like the hollows of her mind. And sometimes when we walk down an eerie street on a foggy night, we hear a sound. We catch a glimpse of something. Not even a tangible something, just a glimpse of movement. And nervously we will glance around, trying to put a name to this something, but it will be gone. And just as we will never know what we thought we saw, she will never know either. She will never know the answer to these endless questions. But she is braver than most. Unlike us on the foggy night, taking refuge in the closest brightly-lit building, happy to forget that we ever wondered what we saw, she will venture on through this eternal foggy night, ever searching for just one more glimpse.