An unexpected sunny spell so everyone, of course, is on the edge of tears. Some lying on their backs, not moving. Children run about the place and scream and everyone is naked or as good as, even the ground is stripped of anything that could sustain any kind of life, just dry crystals, grit to make eyes water, slip through trailing hands, bury yourself in. Seabirds circle, dive into the tears which must have something they can feast on, salt, a glut of memories, regret. The odd brave person ventures out, submerging themselves in tears which burn with coldness then lifts them up, lighter somehow, floating.