kinks in the shady grey way

so you smell the air at the start of spring and believe you can discern all the intricacies of the summer events to come, all mysteries solved like 5th chapter puzzle-piecing together...and then?

you find yourself sliding down scree on your ass, looking for something to grab for just a moment to get your bearings once again--scramble to your feet, look bewildered at the unexpected bruises, and resume the path flatter more promising and somewhat familiar...resolve to keep to this, but hey there's a mottled green gleaming beneath grandpa-warm great trees in the distance, why not go there? Off that path you stray and shit, there the leg goes down into one of those pitfall-esque booby trap leaf covered holes, gotta hold on to the boulder beside, or you'll fall into that thing, likely asp-ridden and nary an indiana jones in the vicinity to execute that rescue you'd be gasping for from those depths...

Adrenaline-fed determination aids that escape, close call yah, and you emerge disoriented and wearily look around for that patch of legend-forest you'd spotted before--no longer believing it to be reality and jarred by the unexpected near-fatal obstacle you barely managed to shuffle out of...

All lights on, you're looking squinty-eyed at the path directly before you, no looking up for long-distance matters given the last episode, and what now? You're lost...?