f4f3 | The Night Before The Morning After

I must admit, I'm scared tonight.

I thought I'd be happy, or anxious, or resigned, or a million other things, but I never thought I'd be scared.

I'm scared because this campaign, these friends, this country has taken me to the most dangerous place of all, it's taken me to where I have something to lose.

I'm afraid to lose all the hope that's sparked around me, all the flinty hard pride on a nation that's taken everything the world has to throw at it, and laughed. And sang, and written and drawn and danced, danced against the night.

I want to live in that country. And it's so close, so improbably possible, that I can almost taste it.

So I'm scared, scared it will be pulled away, that it was only a dream. That I'll wake up and find out that we made it to the doorway and that we didn't walk through.

I'm not sure I could take that disappointment, and get up, and start to climb again.

I hope, with all my heart, that we vote Yes. With pride, out of our best natures, smiling.

And that we go on and build something new and wonderful.

See you on the other side, friends.