#42

Fire. Orange, yellow, blue. Small but confident, wiggling along the corner of a cardboard square. Growing, blanketing, expanding the invisible ether that breathes into it life, white globe of paper crinkling and crackling, applying pressure up, up, slowly up until it is no longer passenger and it joins its brother and its brother follows, rising beacons of union dotting the night sky and the dark water beneath like infant stars until one by one they flicker no more.