A gust of wind whisked the bird from the flock into the fog. The bird now lost with no direction succumbed to the howling ferocity of the wind.

As it flies there are some clear days and at a distance the flock can be heard but not seen. The bird travels on blinded, pushed, shoved, the howl became louder. 

"ENOUGH" the bird thinks and flies against the wind. The fog thins, the flock heard again in the distance. The fog thickens as it goes toward the sound. 

The sound becomes louder. The bird trusts in the flock and moves toward it.

The fog thins, light shines through, the sound of the flock grows louder. Harder the bird flies. 

The sun is now seen, the fog clears, the flock can now be seen. 

"My family!" it cries, "Time to rejoin!"