Visibility: Low

We take this assurance for granted; the blazing sun and the constancy of the warmth. But once in a while, a fog will quietly descend and curl into every corner. It's in this muffled whiteness that we slow down and feel lost. All landmarks have been swallowed up by this dense shroud, and our pace slows in order to make sure we don't pass the very thing we are looking for. 

And that thing is:  clarity. 

Even in the complete absence of clarity, we still pine for a glimpse. 

This is a truth as constant as the warm sun...that we seek clarity, understanding, and direction. 

Nobody likes to be lost.