To reside where the heavens are the closest, existing at the crown of nature.

Where my window would open to frightening depths and look upon the majestic ice peaks.

The morning rays would find me on my face and the voice of the stray river would greet me out of bed.

The wooden floor would feel just the right bit of cold under my feet, the fireplace embers just the right hot.

The door would open for cold winds to flow in, and the vast green in front to bewitch these eyes.

I wish to just drown in those smells and sights till sleep shall finally come.