You are lucky to be one of the few that builds cabins with words, we build this place with the lumber of memory; our memories welded together.
So when the sun sets and the storms roll in the tornado will captivate the structure, but we will not lose much of anything.
The foundation remains indenting the dirt beneath. And another part of us thinks that we'll find a way to divert the funnels.
This is what seperates us from ordinary people: the belief that deep within our hearts, that if we build the cabins well enough, somehow the storm won't carry it away.