The weather is only lightly clouded, but what little cloud there is has obscured the horizon completely.
Memory assures me it lies just beyond that outcrop of land, but disorientingly, it remains shrouded in mist.
This blurred transition reminds me of how I've been feeling the last while. I know where I've been, and that I'm no longer there, exactly.
But what is coming next, and when will it arrive? At present all I can see is the blurred horizon of change, shrouding a new phase, the precise shape of which remains invisible, until the clouds dissipate.