On our third day with a high above freezing, we’re finally coming out of the deep freeze. We have city water for the first time in over a month. My mind seems to melt with the drifts, losing the hardness needed to survive the endless cold. I soak up the warmth and crave more. Then it occurs to me that it’s possible I won’t live to see another freeze like the one we’ve just come through. The news is full of predictions of centuries of warming for the planet. Of course we could be back in the icebox next week, but suddenly this possibility isn’t so unwelcome.