Maybe it’s the storms in the forecast. Maybe it’s the incessant advertising of the approach of Valentine’s Day. Maybe it’s the disappointment in those I feel haven’t been honest with me. Maybe it’s the wind. Hard to tell; but I feel this cloud settling over me. Most of the time, I know what it is—but this time, I’m just not sure.
It’s a feeling that makes me restless and unsettled. I don’t know what to do to deal with it, or to avoid it. It’s like when a cloud descends and wraps everything in fog. Everything becomes gray, indistinct, and it’s almost impossible to see what’s ahead. That makes it very difficult to know if you’re even going in the right direction, much less whether it’s safe to proceed.