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.
The rain comes harder.
I hope that where you are, is joy.
The crows harsh caws comfort me.
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.