Consideration of mountaintops shrouded by wintry mist is a worthwhile endeavor. Retreat into harsh and awe-inspiring environs is our birthright. Don’t tell me I lack empathy in turning away from worldly matters, those clouds of green and red dust left by obnoxious jingles and merrymaking. Heading for the hills is a respectable way forward. Who are you to deem selfish the practice of quietly sitting in poorly insulated huts of poetic solace and bean-fueled contemplation? All around snow falls, within and without, what say you of its effect on mountainous movements? The great matter right before us— gird your shovels and sharpen your pencils! The consequences of your holiday climate are yet to be resolved. Gluttonous ways pale in comparison to the redemptive, holy fortitude of the frozen wilds!