The grey clouds overhead complemented the mist that was wrapped around the park, blanketing it for the past two days. I wrapped my light cotton jacket more tightly around me, as if the mist could not penetrate the cloth while it was stretched out that way.

Above me, the grey clouds clustered together, as if congregating to plot against me. I picked up my pace, feeling the ground hand between each hurried step. Why was it you seemed to feel each reverberation more completely the more urgentyour step became? Not only did my own steps rattle my bones, but my heart also drummed a distracting beat repeatedly striking my chest from the inside. My entire body was a knot of discomfort.

Continuing my stride to the west entrance of the park, I wasn't sure whether to feel better or worse when a saw a grey figure floating out of the mist.