Fifteen months ago, a group of highly adventurous and educated community filled up the empty part of my neighborhood. Slowly, but they are continuously growing as another one of them keep coming. Sometimes it takes weeks or even months, but lately they have multiplied themselves by many, that I finally lost count of the number. Maybe I am new, but I assumed it rarely happened for others to witness this dramatic changes so pleasantly. I love welcoming them to the neighborhood and I tend to keep them comfortable living here as much as I can.
It started with two, but I finally got acquainted and closer to at least one-third of the crowd. As I have gotten to know them for the past fifteen months, I can attest that they are one of the kindest bunch of people I have ever met. All of the sudden, within weeks, I keep coming to this part of neighborhood early. And as the days passes, we started lending hands to one another, exchanging stories and laughter. I started getting invited to lots ant lots of events, lunches and dinners they arranged, as well as rides home. I rarely have my photos taken by others, but in a fifteen-months timeframe, I have collected at least a hundred of them, with each and every member of the community on the frame.
As the sun is setting on the west, every time I feel tired walking home the thought of them being on that very corner, just a few kilometers away from me, always brings me an incredible amount of comfort.
The Loudest Backyard 