Anne Jefferson<p>This article about the shrinking season for ice on New England <a href="https://mastodon.online/tags/lakes" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>lakes</span></a>, featuring a skating trail in <a href="https://mastodon.online/tags/Vermont" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Vermont</span></a>, hits me in all the emotional and scientific places. I feel like I’m spending my adult life chasing the winters of my childhood, but they are gone and my children will never know them. I don’t need the -40 windchills, but I do mourn knowing we could go <a href="https://mastodon.online/tags/sledding" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>sledding</span></a> or <a href="https://mastodon.online/tags/skiing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>skiing</span></a> for weeks on end. I’m watching the end of <a href="https://mastodon.online/tags/winter" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>winter</span></a> and mourning. <a href="https://wapo.st/3IJJEIx" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://</span><span class="">wapo.st/3IJJEIx</span><span class="invisible"></span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.online/tags/ClimateDiary" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>ClimateDiary</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.online/tags/ClimateGrief" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>ClimateGrief</span></a></p>