Sometimes words are told to convince me. They take shape and pierce through my assumptions. They prod my intellect. They mush my brain around. I can change because of them. I can be different than I am right now.
A riverbed changes with the seasons as the water rushes and trickles. There is a rhythm to change. It happens all the time around us. But when you speak to me, the average amount of change amps up and you convince me of what I never thought possible.