When you look up, is it as bad as you’d imagined. Is it rotten and tiresome, is the sight of a shiny newly hatched conker on the walk to work the only joy you’ve felt this whole day. If it is, I reach out to you sister, brother for I am here too. I’d like to find my way onwards a gentle shifting forwards, you too, good. Perhaps we could walk together or at least try together. Hold my hand so we feel each others steady warmth a reassuring slow burning fire, the fire that tells us we’re still here and that it’s better, perhaps, to push forward together though our paths may diverge we still connect, we stay connected fire to fire.