It cleared up this morning and the barn wood was still smoldering, hangiing on perhaps, to the last. Barns have their time like people, and I don’t see it as a loss as much as a rebirth – a new barn right behind it. That is the nature of life I suppose, this coming and going. Lots of junk to clean up – nails, glass, garbage. Barns are junk collectors and they go slowly and hard.