Remember feeling safe? Remember feeling, perhaps as a child, carefree. You walk outside, and keep walking. Green grass. Tall trees to climb, clouds to imagine into beings and shapes. Look now, do you feel the same? Maybe age has blunted me, but I see darkness in shadows and I am aware now, always, of a drink left alone at a bar, at going to the bathroom alone, at walking. Home. My heart is with you, people of Pittsburgh. I walk with you, home, I walk with you, as your steps are ever more careful. Feeling fear in your once well-known home. I walk with you, I hold your hands. I know. I am there, too. I am also afraid. I hope you can retrace your steps, make shapes with the clouds, feel strength within my presence, and walk with me. And keep walking.