I had this dream, I was standing on a mountain - or I was the mountain, the top of it. Towering trees of emerald green woodlands, dark and deeply mysterious - rooted in the rock and earth. My forested soul has been short circuiting for decades to the frozen bitterness of hardened, untilled and unattended earth. Cool and temperate in the shaded forests deep within my glacially frozen heart. Longing to be warmed.

From the top of the mountain, I looked down over the vast stillness of the grey blue ocean waters that have calmed the tumultuous electricity which runs through my roots; my core thirsty for the salty seawater and air.

The sun bleeds in through the southern storm clouds, crepuscular rays scattered in the haze of confusion that's swirled overhead for so long. Light which has shone the way through the darkness of the coldest Westeros winter, finally giving way to radiancy and zeal.

Warm wind from the south rolls over the icy tundra of my untamed heart in fluttering, dissolving, misty molecules. Unfurling your warmth - softly at first, blanketing the coldness of every crevasse and crag in the lightest, most delicate touch of the wind. You are the sun, I am the earth.

The warm, white precipitation of you, your essence - the sky and the sea, folding over and into me. Slowly. The trickle of your atmospheric river in radiating incandescence and moisture. The enveloping pulsations of your heat, its thickness, slow and restrained but hovering upon the edge of lost control. Dense atmosphere flowing faster and hastened by the quickly warming ground beneath the gleam of beaming rays; of clouds leaning down to kiss the earth in a thousand sweet kisses, of gale force winds pushing through the soft warming rains to become a fierce tempest, forceful and strong and cracking with lightning and thunderous melodies.

The ice moves like a woman. Slowly, then all at once in a heaping collapse of surrender, and want, and desire. Sea fog rolls like a river, gradually, until it bursts suddenly into a final release of an emanating, rising tide succumbed to heat, and trembling earth, and effervescent stillness.