It's sad, at times, as is known, in the tropics. But it might be merry in the polar regions.

You can joke around, quarrel, pretend to be someone else, or pretend that someone else is here. Imagine things. Tastes, colors, sounds. You can complete unfinished thoughts and think further, much further.

You can also stay silent and not think at all. Not burden your mind. Abandon worries and finally breathe. Icy dust cheerfully fills your lungs with a crackle. The sun, with its dreary heat, won't bother you for a long time yet.