Many things must happen in the barnyard when I am off in slumber. Standing in the barns in the dark shows me that-there are sounds one doesn't hear in the daylight, shufflings of critters from the underworld, scratchings from mice living in roof eaves...it all comes to life after dusk.
I imagine it is best I am not privy to all of it. Best to just dream and know that my crippled Misfits are getting by without me each night. They are a dignified bunch, they carry on without any complaint about their body deformations or bent legs of arthritis. In fact, I have heard music sometimes late into the night coming from their barn. I suspect a dance of some sort where they can dance without human intervention-they do not fear looking foolish, or falling. I hope to have this much dignity as I age. But I'm sure I might not be as stoic.
