Barn Hoops.

I have driven by the barn on Route 77 hundreds of times. I always admired it, reason being that I liked the basketball hoop. I can imagine that it’s pretty difficult to dribble a ball in the grass below. It’s one of those idle thoughts that meaner through my mind every time I pass this scene.  On the Fourth of July we passed the barn once again on the way to grandmas house. This time the loft door was open and it was brimming with freshly baled hay. “Stop”, I said while tugging at Chris sleeve as he drove. Looking at me. I knew he had no plans of slowing down.  I dug my nails firmly into his leg  barking, “Stop already! Less than 20 seconds later, the sensor had captured the photo and we were off to Guilford.  He continued the drive, affirming to himself that I had taken the world's most boring photo ever. Meanwhile, I thought differently, relishing in the new look the barn had acquired.  Don’t let the things that you find irresistible slip you by.  Usually, opportunity is a fleeting possibility.  There’s something for everyone out there. Grasp it if you want to live fully.