Descriptive Barn-person in love

It is so safe and warm inside this great big barn. The walls are such a soft shade of brown, the smells are so familiar; a thousand memories come rushing back as I breathe them in. The soft whinnying of the horses reminds me of bright summer days out riding in the brilliant sunshine. Everything is always so bright and beautiful when you are on the back of a horse. Even though I long for winter to be over so that I can ride in the sun again, I am perfectly content with my life right now.
I lean a pitchfork that has fallen over back into its rightful place, while noticing how everything is so organized in the barn. Everything has its own place, its own purpose, and now I have found mine. I have meaning, I have a purpose, I have a new found joy in my life. A horse whinnies impatiently so I must stop day dreaming and feed them their grain and hay. Some of our horses can be quite impatient around this time of day. I call out to my the horses, “You silly creatures, I’m coming with your food, hold your horses!” I can’t help but laugh aloud at my own corny joke. That popular phrase is always being used, but I’m almost positive no one has had the impulse to tell it to a horse before.
I give a yelp of surprise when my favorite dog Turak gives me a nudge. “Don’t you know,” I playfully demand of him. “You’re not supposed to sneak up on people?” He is such a big German Shepherd, you’d think I’d hear and see him when he approaches me, but he can be very sneaky when he wants to be. His only response is a booming bark as he jumps up to try and give me a lick on the face. I laugh as I push him away so that I can finish my chores.
There is almost nothing better than lying next to Turak in soft clean hay listening to the sounds of the animals inside and out of the barn on a lazy Sunday afternoon. A few beams of bright sunlight streak through the cracks in the wood walls. They play tag with the rafters in the ceiling, constantly flickering and shimmering as big puffy clouds roll across the sky. Dust particles dance in the sunbeams, giving the barn an almost magical look. It almost seems as if this is where wishes come true. When you are absolutely happy, it would appear as if anything is possible. Looking around at the rows of stalls, tools, and farm equipment; I feel a sense of peace that I haven’t felt in a long time.
There are so many memories in this musty barn, I can look ahead at what my life might be like in the future, and I can see myself making many more wonderful memories in here. I know every nook and cranny of this place. Most people don’t know, but my older sisters and I carved our initials into the back wall. I can almost see it from where I’m sitting in the hay. The chip in the door of the third stall is from when my older brothers were teasing each other and things got a little. . . carried away. Our mother never did find out where the missing hammer went. None of us were about to tell her that it broke when Jason threw it at Austin. Luckily he missed Austin and hit the door instead, or else we would have all been grounded for life! In the very back right hand corner there is a patch of dirt that is slightly higher than the surrounding ground. After making a blood oath to be not only sisters, but best friends forever, my sisters and I buried a box full of our “treasures” and mementos.
We all grew up playing around in here, making memories, creating bonds; nothing can take away what we created in here. The barn has always been the one place in my life where nothing has changed. The tackle is still hanging on the left wall, where it has been for years and years. The pitchforks, shovels, and other tools are still next to the doors; right where they have been for as long as I can remember. My world is spinning in a crazy beautiful way and I love it, but it’s nice to have something constant in my life as well. The memories and the barn keep me grounded even when I’m flying as high as I can fly.