This winter felt like two winters. Even those of us with fast paced lives across which the weeks and seasons flicker, noticed it. On the little mountain where I live the repetitive loop was a patience test--the snow would come down thick and then a few days later begin to melt and flow in streams of cold liquid. Then again. and again. Sometimes five minutes further down toward sea level, there was no snow at all. And I thought--what am I doing living all the way up here?