A Sliver….

Fog creeping across the ground, wispily winding around the trees and through the shrubs.  A cold shudder as it softly wraps itself around your body, encasing you in a shroud of mystery and invisibility.

Above all this mist, above the trees, and into the night sky, a sliver of Moon tries to make itself known through the night clouds.  Does it have a purpose, is there a rule about its shape and brightness that we either do not know about or do not care to know? 

Does it signify that there is less to our future than we envisioned when staring at the night sky?  Does it signify that there is more to our future, watching and waiting for life to progress to full circle, only to recede once again to a glimmer of light?

It cannot be ignored or avoided; it is the murkier side of our existence.  The side that shrouds and conceals life’s darkness, disappointments, immersing us into invisibility and nothingness.  Or does this sliver, however bright or dim, signify that we are breaking through the clouds of uncertainty and being offered a glimpse of possibilities to come?

Watching, waiting, perhaps hoping, perhaps trusting, that there is a bright light shining, dispelling the fog, casting off the shroud in the coming days.  Or are we watching, waiting, perhaps dreading, the darkness that comes with the decreasing light and reduces ourselves to a sliver of being?