Barn on the Hill
The sun had arced over the barn- almost 180 degrees - and was beginning to slowly fall beyond where the field meets the forest of Pines, Maples, Birch, Oak, some remaining Black Walnut, but sadly no more Ash because they had been taken by blight in the past years. The renovated barn now held space for a second-floor deck in place of where the original hayloft would have been. Summer in New Hampshire – a warm, humid, slightly hazy evening with the pink of the sunset slowly transmuting into various shades of darkness welcoming the night. The barn owl perched herself in the middle on top of the white, wooden fence which encompassed the second-floor deck. The owl eerily and majestically exuded a presence as if she embodied Athena herself, the Greek Goddess of Wisdom. The owl looked out onto the field and watched the sun fall where the trees met the field to say goodbye to that day.
