Hold My Hand
Janet

Janet

Hold My Hand

Reading Time: 4 minutes

I watched fine sand grains fall away as I took a step onto the bank of Cypress Creek. This suburban, soggy, watershed has been a favorite haunt of mine since we moved into this side of town. I have brought my boys down here when torrential hurricane winds subsided enough, to impress them of how powerful and deceptive fast moving flood water can be. I aimed to teach them about the danger the way my Dad had taught me. I remember one spectacular time, when not waiting for the rain to stop, my boys and me, we ventured down, their grandmother in tow, to see how high the creek had risen. Hair plastered to our heads, laughing and testing, three sons and three generations, skipped along wooded paths and pu