In a room where the only window is foggy with steam; a thin film of opacity that stands between me and the outside world. This mist; similar to a light veil; acts as a boundary; separating me from the outside but also connecting me to it in an almost magical way.

The mist is like a symbol of the distance that can sometimes exist between me and the world around me. Sometimes it's a feeling of isolation; a distance that seems insurmountable. Other times; it's a feeling of protection; as if this thin layer of condensation isolated me from the outside tumult; allowing me to contemplate the world in complete peace.

Through this haze; there is always this glimmer of hope; this certainty that on the other side of the glass; the world continues to turn; vibrating with energy and infinite possibilities.