This is not a metaphor.

It is a projection.

Across 135,000,000 kilometres of travel through emptiness, the sun reforms.

The earth focusses it.

Call that fire, that ancient word for coals: red.

Call that life. It melts the cold.

That you cannot see the leaf-shaped sun that forms inside the snow and seeks out the earth, doesn’t mean it isn’t there.

Let’s set the idea of dead matter aside and go back to the earth.