What is language but a reflection of the soul? Not always logical or predictable, but always human. In this book, the author plays with language as one might paint a picture, choosing colors carefully, experimenting, sketching, sometimes leaving the raw as the finished product. In the end, the effect is hazy, shady, and foggy, the way language can be when you want nothing more than to express the shadows of a deep lake. Stripped down to its bare essentials, this soulful language pierces the heart and digs out the depth of a word. Misty, yes, but also meaningful.