Back in the Northeast, I now reflect on the time spent at home in Alaska this winter break. It was a beautiful winter – bitter cold, deep snow, soft winter light. I skied nearly every day, from meandering trudges through mountain valleys to energetic sprints around the race trails of my childhood. There was good food and family time, deep sleep, nothing stressful to do. Coffee all the time, snow skirts and parkas, hand warmers in our pockets. Sea ice that drifted quietly with the changing tides.