Old barns never die, really, they just collapse in heavy snow, or fall apart slowly,

they tend to be forgotten or demolished by developers or malls or split-levels and apartments,

they are usually made with plastic now, or aluminum. They are not considered efficient any longer, there

are cheaper and more efficient ways to store hay, barns do not seem important now, it is a more disposable time,

magic and romance are not considered efficient.

I think the old barns die with dignity, they are ghosts and spirits and totems of our past, our memory, our strength.

Change is such an important part of human life, it brings good and bad things, yet there are so many times when it simply hurts.