There's nothing quite like sitting on an airplane, looking out the window as it flies through an extended region of clouds. You can't see anything. Can't predict anything. Unlike darkness with stars, or an ocean with waves, there's nothing to give it definition. You have to take it on faith that you're still heading in the right direction, and that the pilot knows enough to get you back to the ground safely.

Sometimes I'm not sure where my life is heading. I've set the course, and I'm walking down the designated path, but the road ahead is shrouded and I'm not sure what's up there. There are clouds blocking my view. What comes next? Just keep walking.