What is my life? What does it add up to? It passes so quickly. In the afternoons, as the shadows deepen, I can see my life, spread before me, out in the open, and the rituals of my life our chores, are a kind of symphony singing my song.

My wife and partner, moving to the barn to feed the barn cat, my dog, awaiting his instructions to move the sheep, the chickens heading for their roost, the donkeys moving towards the feeder. These are the rhythms of my life, they are my song in shadows.