I love backyards. I love their roughness. Their nativeness.
The silence they want to share with you… …the stories they want to tell…
…and that very stage they offer you.
“Laying here in the dark
You’re like an angel on my chest
Remember all the movies, Terry
We’d go see
Trying to learn to walk like the heroes
We thought we had to be”
(Backstreets, Bruce Springsteen)