The fire gathered itself.

It can go unnoticed for days, weeks perhaps. Maybe even more. Heaven forbid a whole lifetime.

The smoldering. Burning slowly, smoke but no flame.

Until, barely suppressed anymore, it starts to become seen. Known.

A whisp-ering. Growing thicker.

When the ember remembers its name. A fire gathers enough momentum for ignition.

Where heat becomes hunger.

Consuming everything.

Then > the hush that follows > once extinguished.

Nothing left to combust, nothing left to release.

What the fire said to the fog in that moment in between life & death.

It echoes.