5 things in the real world that remind me of Satu

There are materials and objects that sometimes remind me of my wife. I know that she gets this concept perfectly because she will sometimes describe herself as a double-metal dog. All the loyalty of a dog with the permanence of a warm metal heart that burns like molten iron. Here are some of the other materials and things that remind me of Satu.

1. Sand

Sand is soft, but made out of the tiniest pieces of whatever is close in the world. On the beach, it's rocks, coral and seashells that warm in the sun. Only when you look closely do you see the small glittery pieces that flash as you walk. In the moonlight, the sand reflects the moon from you feet making your footsteps glow. That's how I feel being married to Satu, like every footstep is special in some way.

2. Cedar

Satu will tell you that wood hates her. It always hurts her and she usually has at least one splinter somewhere in her body at any time. She does love the smell of cedar though. It's spicy like her. It's a smell that is clean and complicated, beautiful and unmistakable.

3. Fire

I'm not sure if fire counts as a thing, but technically, mass and energy are interchangeable, so let's just go with it. You don't get too close when Satu is roaring because you  will get burned. When she's cared for though, she warms up the whole house. Everyone wants to be near her.

4. Stone

Not giant mountain stone, round pleasing, unique, perfectly smoothed stone. She doesn't yell out from the landscape, but she does stand out. There will only ever be one person made exactly like her, with each historical layer smoothed over, buried into her and showing once in a while if you happen to look in exactly the right light.

5. Bone

Satu never pretends that she is marble, cotton, diamonds or coal. When she is bone, she will just be bone, but you have never thought of bone this way. You realize looking at her that your past understanding is incomplete. Yes, what you know about teeth and finger bones may be true, but you don't really know the half of it. She's living, growing, organic and strong. Not carved, not sealed, but in the world exactly as she is. She may peek out at you from a doorway and you feel as though you have gotten a glimpse at something wild and real.

Real like bone, layered like stone, wild and hot like fire, complex like cedar and soft and endless like sand. That's my wife.She is also everything else too. Everything in the world to me.