Amidst the Mists pt 2
The fog was lightening, he was beginning to see vague shapes swirling just beyond his eyesight. Less thick, he supposed, although he really couldn’t tell for sure. The light was as white, the ‘wall’ was just as white, scents and sounds just as distorted, but there was some change. Maybe it was just that the terrain was becoming more familiar. He couldn’t explain it well, but while he couldn’t say where he was, with each step, he somehow knew. That’s how it was with a home place. Up ahead was a dark spot, almost shiny, but a kind of shiny dull, like seeing a boulder in the fog. That was it! He was at the Big Rock, up on the Short Ridge. What was he doing there? Ahead, something moved . Something on the Big Rock. No. SomeONE. Someone sitting om the Big Rock, waiting. Waiting for him. Oh yes, someone! He felt a little thrill, as the same unconscious that had recognized the countryside responded to the someone. The someone becoming clearer as he closed the distance....