I step outside into a fine mist rain.

I am enfolded in cloud.

The dog still wants to be walked.
The cats want their treats.
The bunny rattles her cage.
The fish will want feeding at the usual time.

My heart lies stunned in my chest.
The dog does not pull.
I walk measured.
He waits.

The rain comes harder.

I hope that where you are, is joy.

The crows harsh caws comfort me.
I answer.
They watch from the tree tops as we circle.

I am enshrouded in cloud.

We are back to the house.

I try to remember.
I have the birds.
I have the trees.

We go in.

Last night I had a strange dream. I was trying to cook your birthday dinner, and it was steak. Actually it was more than steak, it was a lot of meat in various cuts. I was trying to grill it, except I did not have a proper grill. I had built a series of small fires in this lean-to like structure, and was putting the meat on top of the fires.

The dream skipped to a a different moment. You had tried to be helpful and had filled the structure…

Imagine Bender from Futurama in the world of Avatar.

"Your name is literally just 'Bender'?"

"Yeah."

"So are you, like, some kind of bender?"

"That's my job. I bend things."

"Job? Bending is something people are. Like it's hereditary and stuff…