Take my hand.

The sun shines - glorious light spreads like butter over the day. The storm clouds have cleared for a moment leaving the crackle of electricity in the atmosphere. In time they will return. I reach out for your hand, curling your fingers in mine, and squeeze.

For a moment there is warmth, the air is clear and a pause surrounds us. Outside is fear. I look in your eyes and see myself looking back. I am scared. We are scared - change is happening, the world shifting beneath our feet. We must jump, dive or skip - but we must move, and we don't know where to land; or even if we will.

I squeeze harder - and I feel you squeezing back. Whether of our making, or of others, the unknown charges towards us, and gathers speed as it moves. I blink back tears - hiding my fear in anger, and looking around through goldfish eyes. We snap, then hug, finding in each other the strength to take the next step.

The clouds rumble again, building energy for the next random strike.

Me and you, we walk hand in hand towards the future - our future.

Take my hand. 

Take my hand.