A horizontal band of green set against winter grey. A weathervane forecasting the wind as it changes. A wreath to remind us of this season.

No signs of snow. Anywhere.

I imagine these old barns and their stories. How many cows have been milked? How many calves born? How many horses have lived and loved? Within these walls? Under the canopy of green?

Meeting my curious gaze with one of her own...she stood there watching. I stepped forward. She stepped back...disappearing into the safety of the shadows. She stepped forwards and I moved back...wishing not to be seen.

We danced back and forth...and forth and back. Acknowledging one another's presence...but not quite trusting.

I waited.
I thought she might speak.
And then - she turned and disappeared into her story.