I step outside the back door with a cup of coffee. It’s 5am and the dog needs letting out. It’s March 20 and a moonless morning. The air is as black as the sky. Stars play games with one another to see who is the better showoff. The tiniest beam and shout. Big ones puff out six-pack chests. In the silence of Spring’s first morning and the fifth day of doing my best to spend entire days at the farm, I relax within what I believe mystical.