Is it affection? Or just my imagination?
January 11, 2018
The barn was dark. It always is on winter evenings. We keep the power to the barn off, most of the time, to lower the risk of fire. Instead, we operate with headlamps as we make our way through evening chores. Heads reach over each stall as I pass through, noses touching my arm, or … More Is it affection? Or just my imagination?