sæfjallabarnið

Leið erumk fjöll,
vark-a ek lengi á,
nætr einar níu;
ulfa þytr
mér þótti illr vera
hjá söngvi svana.

Sofa ek né máttak
sævar beðjum á
fugls jarmi fyrir;
sá mik vekr,
er af víði kemr,
morgin hverjan már.

Snorri differentiates between true history and the mythological lies of the Æsir. Historically, Njörðr and Skaði have children, but I do not believe in history.

If they had managed, in myth, to stay together long enough, what would a daughter have been like? She must have loved both fell and wave. Gulls must have flown overhead in her dreams and wolves circled her bed.

hvaleygður

Waning three-quarters, and I've been following its arc across from telephone pole to rooftop this whole night. Tap tap tap, and another orb follows me the while. It rolls under his brow where he lies, ears pinned back and paws tucked up, back arched for a smooth plunge into whatever dream offers itself next.