Here, here at the start of all things new.  Here, the time for stepping forward into the next.  Here, here at the opening of new pages in the new book you are writing of yourself.  New chapters to fill with new ink, new stories to come from new blood, new tears, new high notes of laughter.  Here, here at the start, hold my hand while I draw these letters now.  Hold my hand while it covers itself in the black and red and perfect blue of new.

Cedar Waxwings Gathering on Treetops Silhouette (by TylerKnott)