If she could only find the right pattern she knew the answers would become obvious. But even knowing what questions to ask that might solicit a clue, escaped her imagination. Standing to stretch she was surprised how tired she felt. It had been a hard night; too much loudness around her, smoking friends, maybe one glass too many, and crazy life was creeping in around the edges of her tidy life.

“Breathe!” she commanded silently, “focus on the horizon.” Her brain felt as closed in as the distant hills cloaked in dense fog, with no sign of relief in sight.