Infinite
In fire you’ll find her, cackling defiantly in the silent night when all succumbs to stillness, radiating the warmth that you are ever so oblivious to. And even after the fire dies out, her silent cackling continues, for as she is infinite. In the oceans you’ll find her, the cascading falls, the streams, the pattering rain, watering the wizened land, sometimes choosing to swallow cities together. And even when everything else is evanescent, she remains, for as she is infinite. In zephyr you’ll find her, her soft caressing and the wild gushing gale, she can break glass if she desires, and...