Simple pleasures.

I had forgotten the scent of freshly lit candles. Or a single one, even. The match stroked, the traces of smoke and natural chemical reaction, the lingering warmth and comfort. Truly, the ability to harness fire in controlled forms is one of our greatest accomplishments as a species.

Fire is of the Wu, a topic of which I know next to nothing about. But if it did come down to picking one of the five Chinese elements, I'd favor Water, or maybe Metal. Those who know me might suggest that I'd be better off with Earth. Perhaps they are right.

Plant watered at zenith.
Winter, bulb closing, natural happening.
Always kept warm.
Always let it keep the light.
Access to the sunlight.
Change soil once a year, summer solstus.
Sick, losing it's glow.