And he was not cold as he looked at it.

He was warm, even uncomfortably warm.

The air he breathed was like a new kind of fuel.

It gave him the peculiar sensation of feeling _larger_ inside; he seemed to drink it in; it expanded his lungs; he could feel his heart pumping with an audible sound.

There was nothing in the majesty and wonder of the scene about him to make him laugh, but he laughed.