I run out and the dark green screen door bangs behind me. It makes a whomping sound. It is one of my favorite sounds in the world. It is the sound of the house breathing. The screen door is its lungs. We keep the house breathing through our movement. What keeps us breathing through its movement? The house is the sixth member of the family. The one that is always watching. Under its roof, we are one.
Polly Horvath. My One Hundred Adventures