Vernal Momentum
The seasonal change of my metaphysical landscape. Listen to the voiceover for a short prelude!
The tide pulls away, revealing martian-gold sand. I lay where I was floating moments before, left with the weight of a new beginning. I sit and brush myself off as the last water droplets evaporate around me. This shift has never been easy; I am grateful to be alone.
The only evidence left of the ocean is swirling rock formations and my salt-cloaked skin. Further inland, I see a line of blooming trees. I yearn for their canopy, but I am hot enough to spark against the breeze. The air brings my focus to my body - it’s time to move.
Each bare footprint leaves behind red ash as I make my way down the shoreline. I take a pause to put my ear to the ground. A steady thump-thump drums my head and I close my eyes, seeing the heart of the earth. I take a few deep breaths to align myself with the beat.
My hair crackles and I am once again staring down open terrain. I am ready to feel how hot my passions can burn. I stand and begin to run, feeling the power of my legs, laughing at the freedom of my movement. I realize I have never felt so confident, so unafraid.
Once I reach the hot brown center of the land, I start to draw with my fingers. I watch in awe and understanding as glowing patterns emerge. My spirit is covered in lines like ceramic vessels transformed into Kintsugi. They shine brightest when I am ablaze.
Serenity washes over me. I sit cross-legged and close my eyes. In the darkness, I am greeted by a line of low, blue flames - like a pilot light at the ready. I reach out and touch them, feeling their pressure but not their heat. I realize this fire inside me is an ancient being.
The heat of my ancestors’ lives survives within me, extending farther than I can see. The wisdom I carry is their gift to me. Now, my senses expand beyond my body, and I commune with everything I touch. Divine trust surrounds me like a blessing.
Inferno is something all beings must contend with. I am no longer afraid of my fire, finding faith in the shifting seasons. This land will change again and I with it. For now, I plant myself with the sun. I am the ember pulsing in the sand, ready for whatever comes next.
This was so beautiful