55°F...Who's Concerned?

Around 11:00 p.m., I encountered a unique phenomena that we all should reflect upon. This December evening, I found myself leaving the warmth of a friend's home, bracing myself for the winter chill to break crisply against my heat-blushed face. However, my preparations were joyously interrupted by a surprising blanket of cool air, reflective of the mid-season nights along the coasts of Georgia I've visited in the past. In absolute bliss, I hopped in my car, put my arm out the window, and felt the warm "winter" breeze pushing the hair off my face. But in this feeling of astonishment and glee, there was another thought which tugged from the pit of my stomach at the edges of my breezy smile. In all my experiences living as a New Englander, I've never witnessed a temperature like this so late/early in the fall/winter seasons.This realization flooded all the comfort of the cool air with feelings of worry. The concerns of global change that had been pressed upon my naivety in school performed a heart jumping dance with the combating joys I felt in that moment of 55° weather. This was the absolute definition of a bitter-sweet moment. I realize this experience isn't related to journalism in itself, but I think this dynamic is relevant to most of our generation as we come to terms with changes that continue to creep into our awareness. Although it may seem like a blessing, sparing us from the torments of shoveling mounds of snow from our driveways, I think this event should spark an understanding that something is changing... for better or for worse. 

Time to start building these!