It was cold, cold like a normal February day across the plains of Wyoming. The ground is frozen, the grass is a shade gold.
Beautiful standing tall, the world ever changing around her. She's older than us, built with hardworking calloused hands. She's paid her dues, housed many recovering from the threatening torment of winter. She has seen life, given and taken. Mother nature works all around her. Ways of life have changed, trucks drive by. But every once in while in the summer, you'll find me right in this barn tucked away from the sun having my lunch reminiscing of days I never lived in. It was only right I pay her a homage in the winter.