I love barns, and I love barn night, that unique and especially beautiful sunlight that creeps into barns through cracks and broken windows and paints it all kinds of shades and reflections. There is no light like barn light early in the morning. The ancients say light was created when God said “let there be light,” and there was light. God saw how good the light was, and God separated the light from the darkness.

I think of this when I see barn light.