lost in a fog

i never before had a complete knowledge of the feeling of "lost in a fog" until last week when paddling on prairie creek reservoir in indiana. one early 6am morning before working i pushed off into a dense fog, with only the pole light next to the ramp to guide me as i paddled away. even out in the middle of the lake i could see the Light and felt safe for finding my way back..... until the light went out at the witching hour of 7am. there i was, unable to find my way back, and paddling in the last known direction of the ramp only took me further out to sea. after the usual panic of having to wait until the fog lifted i decided to paddle in ever increasing circles until i finally spotted the dark shoreline peeking through the cover. how many times do we lose sight of what has always been there?