The Shrouded Voyage

Through fog and mist, Deputy Editor-in-Chief Kayleigh Greig voyages to the shore, guided by her siren song. 

Our friendship glided like a ship into mist: from somewhere clear, defined, but with the vague sense of something new looming in the distance, to a world of fog, obscurity, and confusion. It was exciting, beautiful, but haunting. My moments turned into flashes and feelings in the dark: hands brushing, the glimpse of a smile, the warmth of your head on my shoulder, the cold when you left, a longing look, a thrumming heartbeat, gentle words. 

The idea of you saturated my thoughts through every minute of every day, dripping through my head like chocolate syrup: so deliciously sweet that it was almost overpowering. Your voice called to me through the fog, a siren song, urging me to come closer, move faster, delve fully into the waters. 

At times, I struggled against temptation, unfurling the sails too fast, scraping against rocks and lurching so that I became seasick to my stomach with regret. But I never capsized, never drowned. Despite the waves, I found a steady course, moving at the right pace — the one I chose for myself — until I reached the other side of the mist. 

There, everything was clear again. There, there was trust. There, there was love. There, we found our paradise island, and explored it slowly together, one step at a time. There, the sunset is eternal, and we lay on the beach, just you and I beneath blush pink skies.