PRESENTATION OUTLINE
The backyard of my grandparents house on an orchard
The most peaceful place one could be
I lay and listen to the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves of the apple trees
The dried brown grass pokes the bare skin on the back of my legs
And the heat of the midday sun burns through my closed eyelids
I think of things I could be thinking about
And worry about the things I'm not
The silence of the small hot town should comfort me
But instead I worry of why it is silent
