Impressions

The cold, hard cement was as unforgiving as the air given off by the creatures grazing over it. Disquietude sat in the mist of the fog, creeping over the courtyard to greet us, the newcomers, the ones wondering how they could survive in this new, anxious place. What would sustain us? It mirrored nothing familiar, but rather was the greatest unknown we ever knew. As the fog drifted around, I thought back to what I had been told, how I had been assured, and thought to myself, “this isn’t the same at all.”