He rises with the sun, stretches and sings. Makes a humble meal, shares crumbs with the tiny creatures. He walks through the garden, tending to his plants, thanking and singing to them.
He fills the bird bath, paints, writes in his journal. Spends a while reading words of those wiser than he. Gently, he tends to his bonsai trees.
At dusk, he shares tea with his friend. They share stories of the past. Their laughter rings out over the valley.
His friend departs. He wanders about, lighting the lanterns as night falls. He plays his flute for a time, feeds the animals that share his space, has another meal himself, and meditates. Finally, he sleeps.
In this way, he passes his time. Peaceful and loving, grateful and fulfilled.