Pick a random word and do Google image search on it. Check out the eleventh picture it brings up. Write about whatever that image brings to mind.
It brings to mind safety. To hold onto aged, strong hands and know that whomever it is will be able to take care of it, anything. It makes me think of when (or if) I’m a parent, and to hold my child’s hand in my own, or to keep my grandchild’s fingerings comfortably in my own, and I know when (or if) that every happens, I will feel blessed beyond measure. In awe that God intrusted me with a soul and heart. Dang, when I was young I never expected to desire children of my own, but that would be remarkable.