Momentary you are present amidst the flood of other. But a speck bound with the most immense power, you drift, seeking a home among the landscape.
With the current of smoke and ash you are guided by leaf, by blade of grass, by twig, warmth emanating from your source.
Collision deterred by a draft.
Your peaceful linger is abandoned when you land gently on a leaf, its body dry from the thirst it bear for moons before your arrival.
Brilliant glow, and births a thousand new embers that take flight and disperse, among the flood of other.
– Arlen Chantry