It rolls in, smooth and sure of itself like a lion stalking its prey.
You don’t see it coming though. It hits you all at once.
One moment you can see and the next you’re blinded by your own thoughts.
It’s thick and unforgiving.
The sun is completely shut out and confusion swirls around you.
You try to remember the moments before the fog set in, it’s impossible though.
Your mind is entirely clouded with fragments of thought. Nothing truly complete, just little snippets here and there.
Only enough to shroud you, but never so that you can fully understand what’s going through your brain.
You try to tell yourself that this won’t last forever, things will go back to normal, but then the thought comes in: “What is normal?”
So then you wonder if this is normal. Is the fog friend or foe? You don’t know. You don’t know anything.
You forget what it was you were thinking about seconds after it crosses your mind.
But then, just as quickly as it came, the fog swiftly and deftly rolls out of your mind and things are clear.
You look around and see that once again the landscape of your mind has changed.
And just like when you have to clean up after a storm tears through a town, you begin the reconstruction of yourself.
Look, the sun is out again.