This one is based purely upon personal experience*. As with many other subarctic denizens of Interior Alaska, this is just normal routine for many months of the year. And then in the spring we all have tears of gratitude and relief over the first sight of emerging dirt and dead, dry grass as it is unearthed from beneath the blanket of ice + snow.
*To clarify: just the part about excessive dryness of arctic air causing the river of tears to flow - not any of the other stuff (well, except for crying at the coffee-hut).
PS: It was minus forty-something when I drew this, and then - great timing - it went up to forty above (including hideous rain in January in Interior Alaska), then afterwards back down to subzero temperatures again. Which is why the self-portrait so accurately reflects the state of mind of so many residents this time of the season.
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