Wordsquishing

If words are weapons, they are also toys.  I prefer to think of them as something akin to Play-Doh.  I sometimes like to pick up words, roll them around a bit, moosh them apart, or squish them together and make two words into one. 

Cloudfront. 

Greenblue.

Nightwind.

These are my words.

While I suppose some people object to my wordsquishing tendencies, in spoken form the words sound as a single thing, anyway.  Read this sentence aloud: An ominous cloudfront pushed a steady nightwind across the greenblue sea.

Does that not sound as it should?

Irestmycase.  

--Mitchell Hegman