I don’t see many people celebrating New York City’s incredibly comfortably warm January and February weather.
I think it’s scaring people.
When I was a kid people would have celebrated 62 degree weather in February. Now, with each of the past eleven years registering in the hottest twelve years on record, the chance we may see that the worst fears of global warming not only in our lifetimes, but in the next few years, seems scarily likely.
When charts like this feel more relevant, who wants to celebrate balmy weather when next year may feature global scale crop failures, islands submerging, and worse?
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