the barn

I wrote this essay months ago, never intending to share it. I decided to share it after all.

It’s 0342hrs. I gave up on sleep a good while ago now. I’m sitting on our porch with a burning beeswax candle and a steaming cup of coffee. A sweet smelling breeze is teasing the poplar leaves into dancing and the peepers into singing. I am too tired and too heav…