The moment I realized there was no way I could pinpoint in the direction I’d come from, the air changed. It was the smell, the taste, and the cold touch of it against my flushed skin that was different than before. My eyes flickered around the similar trees. There was no indication of my footsteps, no way that I could see by the naked eye as to where I should go. I rubbed my hands up and down my arms. The cold wind was going straight through my jacket as if it were a flimsy piece of cloth.
Dusk had turned to night quicker than I’d anticipated. My heart raced and I tried to settle it with calm thoughts about how I wasn’t far from my car. I hadn’t been walking for long. How had this happened anyway?
Though I was bad at directions, I could easily remember things without trying. But it was
