I packed for snow. For cold that bites your skin and makes your breath visible. Instead, I stood in rain boots, water pooling around my ankles, watching the glacier bleed into green tundra. Two weeks in the Arctic, and we got one snowfall. I kept checking the gear I’d brought—ice corers, insulated gloves—like maybe I’d just misread the forecast, or the planet. We wrote up what we saw. Not what we planned. The data was supposed to be about snow chemistry. Instead, it’s a record of something vanishing. I keep thinking about how fast it happened—how fast it’s still happening. I thought I was here to measure change. Turns out, I was just trying to keep up with it. #Science #ScienceFatigue #ClimateGrief