Eric thought about that for a moment. "I grew up on the coast of the North Sea," he began. "The winters were bitterly cold. The days were short and the nights were long. On the shortest days of the year, the sun would only rise for a few hours before setting again. It snowed frequently, though rarely a lot at one time.
"The summers were warm, but not overly hot. The water in the sea was so cold, but we played in it anyway. The days seemed to last forever then. When I was a small child my mother would put me to bed when it was still light outside, which I never thought was fair even though the sun set quite late."
Eric had a far away look in his eyes when he was finished speaking, the look that he often got when he thought back to his human life.