so the snow did fall on Yangmingshan, at about 0200 and still found crowds of people up the mountain in the hope of experiencing it... that part of the morning which involved opening eyes found the same grey blanket of cloud obscuring the summits of the central buildings and anything behind it caught only within memory.. temperature dropping into single figures with a gnawing wind to ensure you felt it... it's a city built for heat, aircons rather than heating and fires mainly to burn offerings to gods and ancestors... but it's the kind of cold which dredges up memories of other places, more than enough to raise a smile and a slight ache for the enclosing borders of the last year...