“What’s on your mind?”

It is strange that cold after heat registers as a pleasant tingling across the skin. Why is it
pleasant? Why do we call it pleasantness? It is stranger to think that the cold,
wonderful and skin-tingling, will persist long beyond the end of all terrestrial life,
or that the same sights capable of producing a similar frisson will continue to glow
to the blindness of lifeless space in which the planets and stars would simply
be nameless balls of gas. Maybe in a distant galaxy in a hubble volume we will never visit
an alien lifeform understands the cold as blazing surges of pain across tongue-
like appendages or maybe sees stars in ultraviolet and other radiation and responds
to them in fear instead of wonder. I find it strange our tendency to be happy simply
because the molecules in the air are vibrating infinitesimally slower than usual.