The barn is my favorite place in the world. I love the all the smells - hay, sweet grain, leather and horse sweat. But at night, the barn takes on a different form. I love the barn at night. It's quiet and sometimes, the only place where I feel like I can hear myself think. The only sounds are the rustle of the horses as they settle in for the night, the occasional snort or nicker. The shadows play on thier coats as the wind blows through the trees and even the mice have stopped moving in the hay loft. The silence engulfs me just like the darkness and I can finally feel at peace.
