Every word that leaves your cracked lips is weighted. Falling into laps, hearts, and swollen palms. What a relief when all we’ve been hearing is fluff so light it’s whisked away by the breeze before it can make an impact. Your words swing from trees and roll like stones on the river bed. They’re a journey, an adventure, and they rarely take no for an answer. You give life with your words while also giving us pause. Stopping us dead in our tracks begging us to take a look around and reminding us that your house is our house too.