In Akron we have a special name for this narrow piece of land, although no hellfire or pitchfork is in hand.

I can cradle you in comfort or leave you aching. I can root you to the earth or lift you a few, fragile inches. Match me with the right companion, and suddenly strangers notice you first.

I can sometimes be cracked, and you can usually find me in a trail. If I describe your mind, your thoughts are probably off the rail.

Generally I am round and often delicious, split me into two unequal sections and each will be transcendental.

Little specs floating in the air, settling on all your stuff. It'll never be truly gone, no matter how much you wipe and buff.