Page 169 - Nuts to You - The Nutcracker Retold

Out of the Fog and Into the Clock
Have you ever walked through a really, really, thick fog? A fog where you feel like your own private, fluffy pillow surrounds you, that follows you around everywhere? And as you walk, you might see the forms and shadows of bushes and trees and even other people, but they all remain beyond the borders of your own personal fogbank? All you can see is gray mist and shadows.
Except for your very own self – you remain in perfect clarity, visually that is. But there’s doubt in every glance, like – is that hand really my hand? Or, does my leg really look that way? Or, are my feet really touching the sidewalk? It’s like the fog is inside your head. And you’ve got another personal fogbank in your mind that separates your physical body from your brain. So, while your brain is thinking all these thoughts and looking at yourself from the inside, there is a mist, a cloud, a separation between the “you inside, looking around” and the “you outside, walking around.”
Truthfully, I’m always rather glad at that particular moment to be in the fog, where no one else can see me, because I’m
155