Imagine summer. Good.
Now imagine Finnish summer:
Tundra. So lonely, although wolves are howling somewhere in the distance. The wind rises. Santas crashed sled. Starts to snow. Hey look, icy tumbleweeds cruisin’ by. Wind’s getting more piercing, snowing is almost horizontal. A bunch of FROZEN YARROWS stick out of the snow. Wolves’ howling getting nearer and nearer. So hungry.
Seriously, cool’s cool. Me like.