Barn | Brittany Hoffman
The air was thick and sticky and she wondered again why she had come. She should be home, but everyone told her it was a good idea to get out of the house, so there she was. Her shirt clung to her back as she pealed her self away from the leather intearior of her dodge stratus. Her useless car with the worthless radio and even more worthless air conditioning that could have been very useful today.
She walked down the gravel path and as she climed the familiar slope, her sneakers found their place on the trail she knew so well. Finally reaching the top of the hill, she looked across the valley and took a deep breath of the sticky morning air once again as her eyes scanned the scene. She took a pause to look around at the blossoming springtime trees and to listen to the happy churping birds that seemed to be all around her. Inside she knew she should enjoy this beautiful scene, but her heart felt bitter that the world always got to start over.
It felt like months since she has been here, when it was only last week. Things change so quickly. She started on the regular trail at a steady jogging pace concentrating on the music coming from her ear buds to give her the rythem and also something to get her mind off her regular thoughts. Whenever her thoughts started to stray, she blamed the music and, frustrated, she would press the buttons on her iPod to change the song thinking that maybe this song wouldn't bring back memories.
She turned a bend and saw the last thing she wanted to see. With only a few more steps, she lost her control. Her feet stopped, and, in almost reverance, she turned off her music and walked slowly off the trail as the tears started to fall. This was always his favorite bit of this trail, she thought to herself as she hopped over the rotting fence. Looking upward at the large structure, she stood in silent tears with no thoughts but ache.
The barn had been painted since she was last here and the new vibrant red gave here a headache, thinking that everything, except her, was given a second chance. Staring at the beautiful wood and the enormous doors carved with pride, she admired the workmanship, but these thoughts only led to anger and bitter hate.
Pacing around the structure with its brand new springtime look, all she could think of was a random memory of her son from so many years ago. A brand new teenager, he had fallen in love with a girl. He told her all about this love and how she didnt return the feelings. Looking up at her with wet eyes, all he could say was, "It's so hard to have someone to love." Smiling at the memory, the tears still fell, but a peace came over her knowing that this wasnt how he would have wanted it.
So how she understood, she thought, and softly told the red barn, "Its going to be okay cus I understand now that its hard to have someone to love, but it is never not worth it."
She walked down the gravel path and as she climed the familiar slope, her sneakers found their place on the trail she knew so well. Finally reaching the top of the hill, she looked across the valley and took a deep breath of the sticky morning air once again as her eyes scanned the scene. She took a pause to look around at the blossoming springtime trees and to listen to the happy churping birds that seemed to be all around her. Inside she knew she should enjoy this beautiful scene, but her heart felt bitter that the world always got to start over.
It felt like months since she has been here, when it was only last week. Things change so quickly. She started on the regular trail at a steady jogging pace concentrating on the music coming from her ear buds to give her the rythem and also something to get her mind off her regular thoughts. Whenever her thoughts started to stray, she blamed the music and, frustrated, she would press the buttons on her iPod to change the song thinking that maybe this song wouldn't bring back memories.
She turned a bend and saw the last thing she wanted to see. With only a few more steps, she lost her control. Her feet stopped, and, in almost reverance, she turned off her music and walked slowly off the trail as the tears started to fall. This was always his favorite bit of this trail, she thought to herself as she hopped over the rotting fence. Looking upward at the large structure, she stood in silent tears with no thoughts but ache.
The barn had been painted since she was last here and the new vibrant red gave here a headache, thinking that everything, except her, was given a second chance. Staring at the beautiful wood and the enormous doors carved with pride, she admired the workmanship, but these thoughts only led to anger and bitter hate.
Pacing around the structure with its brand new springtime look, all she could think of was a random memory of her son from so many years ago. A brand new teenager, he had fallen in love with a girl. He told her all about this love and how she didnt return the feelings. Looking up at her with wet eyes, all he could say was, "It's so hard to have someone to love." Smiling at the memory, the tears still fell, but a peace came over her knowing that this wasnt how he would have wanted it.
So how she understood, she thought, and softly told the red barn, "Its going to be okay cus I understand now that its hard to have someone to love, but it is never not worth it."
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