As her fate, she accepted the world of ice, shining, shimmering, dead; she resigned herself to the triumph of glaciers and the death of the world.

I am in no mood to fulminate on paper–I wish the two of us were in a room together talking of what matters most, the air thick with affinity. In January a man crawls into...

When the full moon was out the other night, it created one of the most spectacular scenes that I have seen in the Alps. The high glaciers of the Mont Blanc range were glowing an...