"limited edition, at night"

To enter the barn is to step into a breathing entity, filled with muffled stamps of hooves against straw, equine jaws munching hay, old incandescant lights buzzing overhead. And the dark yawn of the tack room door -- no lights inside there, to conserve electricity. The saddles, brushes, veterinary supplies -- pieces of equipment lie low in the dark, sleeping between use. Collecting the dust that perpetually hangs in the air. Hearing swallows pad their nests with horse hairs in the loft up above.