Sometimes when I'm daydreaming I go to this one barn in the countryside outside Greensboro. It's one of those picturesque "farmland of America" type places. There are chickens and a couple of donkeys or whatever down the hill from the barn. Probably there are some goats also. To get there from the highway you drive down this looooonnng road through a gate that probably has a welcome sign on it. But....this is a special barn.
I have done much dancing in this barn. Every fall during my college years, the Quaker folks around the area would put on a barn dance, and we would all hop in the back of someone's truck and head out there to do some serious folk dancing. All of the Quaker mommas would make pies, so on the first floor of the barn there are like 20 pies and hot cider. The second floor is this huge high-ceiling'd room where all the dancing happens. You can hear it/feel it when you are on the first floor, and I always sort of had the impression that maybe people were going to stomp right through the floor.
The best part about the barn though, requires going up some stairs from the second floor into a loft where you can watch everyone dancing down below, and then climbing up a ladder from there to the roof of the barn, where you can see the most stars ever. That's where I go when I'm daydreaming.
I could look at the same stars here, and it would probably be even better because Albi has basically zero light pollution. But there's just something about North Carolina.
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