Barn Heaven
This is my world - on some mornings; especially in September.
Warm wet earth meets crisp air. Rural, tranquil, filled with light.
On my way to school, I drive into the sun.
On my way home, I drive into the sun.
Sometime this makes things difficult,
but sometimes the beauty is
almost unbearable
and brings tears
to my eyes.
Warm wet earth meets crisp air. Rural, tranquil, filled with light.
On my way to school, I drive into the sun.
On my way home, I drive into the sun.
Sometime this makes things difficult,
but sometimes the beauty is
almost unbearable
and brings tears
to my eyes.
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