Red Barn and Horses

 

I remember it as if it were yesterday.  The first frosty and misty morning, I am not dressed properly for cold weather and shivering from it. 

High in the mountains a red barn and horses. I try to figure out what are these low hanging clouds.  Does anyone burn dry fallen leaves or it's fog that spreads low on the ground. 

But it really doesn't matter The main thing is the charming red barn, the horses and the silence.

Generally, life is good.