Only in windstorms

R and I walk on the beach in the midst of the madness, when everything seams chaotic, a little shaky, a little uncertain. The wind whips up more questions and the future seems hazy. R’s hand slips into mine and suddenly the future looks a bit brighter. And I find the ability to wrestle the inner daemons and find the determination to never give up ~ however impossible it looks right now ~ the task seems a little less difficult; when there is someone beside me to hold my hand.