These Moments Monday
I don’t know what it is about this barn. It sits on the corner of the main road that leads into town and I pass it on a near daily basis. Something about how long it must’ve been in that same spot, watching as brick houses and stop lights and churches were built all around it. And at night the light comes on like clockwork over the barn door. That light takes me back to when we’d finally reach my great aunts’ house on top of Grand Mountain deep in the Arkansas Ozark mountains after bumping over a mile long dirt road. Their barn would have the same kind of light to welcome us to their little stone house. I think of that every time I pass this barn, and a smile spreads across my face.