There is something magical about a hay loft. I am not certain what world we enter upon reaching the top of the ladder, but I know that when I'm there everything else falls away. It's a peaceful place that calls you to linger. It sits above the busy action below. I imagine it would be the same if we could sit in clouds, above the hustle and bustle of everyday life. I love being able to take the time to sit in the hayloft. Every season is so different. Today it is raining and the pinging of the raindrops fall on the metal roof making music which echoes in the indoor while the gurgling of the gutters drones on and on.
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