Sadly, my long time collaborator Inchiki met his end over the Christmas period. We were on one of our walks when he had the accident. It was beside his favourite green pond, the one with the green rainbows, and he was looking in, reflecting on a reflection of the moon, feeling in his young sinews the very poetry of the air. How bathetic it was then, as he slid beneath the water, slightly disturbing the surface. He hardly needed any push and seemed to shrug as his body limply sank down to the rank muddy depths. As I watched, I noticed how his white face staring up to the sky from below the surface of the water seemed to have become a child in reflecting the lunar goddess above. My heart choked me at that moment and I wept, and later I laughed.