As a kid, I loved picking up a pen and watching as the letters collide as I scribbled them across that clean, quiet, whitewashed wall. Each one landed with a pop of sound and color against the blank slate, and they danced with each other triumphantly, as though their mere existence created life.

I am still that kid, and words are still my playground. The only difference is that as I am no longer getting written up for playing with words in math class. Luckily for me, watching letters dance across a page is now part of my job.