In the alley of my barn.....

In the alley of my barn.
It is here where I love to come, especially just at dusk. It is my special moment. It is the sweet smell of the barn, the warmth of the horses, the sound of contented munching and the rustle of feet in bedding.

I can hear the chickens thumping within their coop, roosting for the night. My dogs are sighing and stretched out in the ally, the last ball of the day has been thrown. The frogs and toads and small creatures all are starting or ending their songs to the gentle sound of the creek flowing by.

All is well here in my barn. The troubles of the day, of my life, all the hurts and pains, the sorrows and the terrors, somehow, just for a little while, just melt away. I’m surrounded in peace and a magical sense of gods most beautiful creatures.

And as twilight dwindles to dark I go stall to stall with carrot treats. I am greeted with warm eyes, soft muzzles and softer knickers. I bury my face in their fur to drink in a lasting memory until tomorrow.

All is well in my world, at this instant, in the twilight, in the alley of my barn