Time’s fog

Lumbering through the city, with or without a purpose, the ‘where’ is clear while the ‘when’ blurres. The less we are in interaction with others, the less ‘when’ seems to matter. Time, moments, synchrony, all important when talking, hunting, socializing, but elusive when it is us with ourselves. In moments of aloneness, or grief, or misunderstanding we wander in time’s fog until it lifts through the breeze of connection.