Last night I dreamed. Of melting ice and dying polar bears.
Bare feet in the snow, frost bitten.
And the air was filled with the cries of the seals with no place to land.
I wondered about the selkies. Will they have to shed their skins?
Forever doomed to roam the earth, forever longing for the sea.
Will their bones collapse under the weight of the wanting?
The frozen ice crackled, and I woke up with a vision of blood on the snow
and the taste of loss in my mouth.