Sawyer

Sawyer carries the smell of fresh-cut wood and the shimmer of a Mississippi afternoon. An English occupational surname for one who sawed timber, it entered the American imagination through Mark Twain's mischievous hero and has been adopted first by boys, more recently by girls, the kind of unisex pick that reads effortless rather than engineered. It sits at 132 overall, a steady climber. Two syllables with that long opening vowel and the soft, curling R at the end, like a door easing open. Outdoorsy without being rough, literary without being precious. A name that suggests rolled-up sleeves and a wry smile.