She warms with a smile, and scorches with a touch. Unfathomably larger-than-life, her presence is so impossibly significant that nobody can ever dream up a storyline where she doesn’t take centre stage. She may someday vanish, but like the sun leaves its light for the moon to shine back to the world, she too will leave her legacy to shine upon every dark alleyway.
So the next time you are looking for a metaphor to pair her up with, don’t undermine her with something dim and ineffectual. Match everything that she is and everything that she will be with a metaphor worthy of it.
She lights up every pavement, but leaves behind only ash and dust.
Call her sunshine. Call her blowtorch.