Lost - In The Night

He got out. The air smelled of pine and cold earth. Above him, clouds had smothered the moon. For the first time in years, he couldn’t see his own hand in front of his face.

Good , he thought.

He didn’t find his way back that night. He didn’t find answers. But when the first gray edge of dawn touched the horizon, he was still there—still breathing, still watching—lost, but no longer alone with it. Lost in the Night