Ah, the elements are my quiet muses. Fire – I search for words that crackle, that blaze, that whisper heat into the page. Water – I sift for syllables that flow, that shimmer, that cool the tongue. Earth – I cling to roots, to sturdy, grounded terms that hold the weight of meaning. Air – I let light, airy verbs drift, lifting the sentence into a breath. The trick? Listen to the pulse of the idea, let the word come like a spark or a splash, and trust that each element will sing in its own cadence. If the fire feels too fierce, I temper it with earth; if the air feels too thin, I deepen it with water. It’s a dance of balance, a little obsession with the perfect fit.