This evening I got a letter from a lady across the street. Her beautiful voice had been a new sweetest addition to my backyard for a couple of weeks. Just like the guy who strums a few soothing melodies across lake at night, she sings some of the joyous lines every morning. Sometimes, she waved and smiled at me through her window in the second floor. I couldn’t be more grateful for my decision to move to this lot, this is one of the most favorite settings I could have imagined.
I take a pen and scratch up the envelope. The couple first sentences on this letter was one of the sweetest things anyone could have said to me. I get teary as I went on through the paragraphs, but they are just keep getting better. As I finished the last sentence, I fold back the letter and put it in my pocket. It was too beautiful to be thrown, yet I wasn’t good enough to deserved it. I looked at her window as she smiled from the distance. I waved a thank you and got myself into the house.
The Loudest Backyard 