Marissa Chaffee

There is a place behind my house, hardly big enough to be called a forest.

It is not the prettiest nor is it explored by many.

But I know it well.

I know how the sun illuminates through the trees onto the small green hills spotted purple, yellow, and pink with flowers.

I know the peaceful feeling this place brings of not having much to do but walk and simply be.

I like how it is in the middle of a busy town, but still provides a sanctuary for some needed peace.

I like this place, it doesn’t have a name, but it means a lot to me.