Subconsciously curious the reclusive individual wanders the artificially lit night in search of meaning, in search of answers.
Dreams of promise appear just beyond the horizon.
Burdened but not yet fully beaten the recluse marches onward with fear in their heart but hope in their soul.
The light of the moon shines down illuminating the path they've trekked along as street lights flicker in the distance left behind.
Left foot right foot they head on moving closer to the dawn of a new chapter, the aforementioned promise on the horizon is nothing more than the sunrise of this precious new day.
A welcomed new day with a welcomed new lease on life.