Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes | Letter From An Editor


Dear Citizens,

At my family’s annual Easter lunch the other day, my sixteen year-old brother said, “Why does Earth have to have seasons? We’re one of the only planets to have seasons, while the others have a regular, steady temperature throughout the year that doesn’t change. Why can’t it be seventy degrees all day, and then get cooler during the night?” This got me thinking — what would that be like? At first, I thought I’d love for our world to be like that too, and then I remembered why I love the change of seasons so much.
Lily Cole by Arthur Elgort
Vogue Living December 2006
   Change is a funny concept. Not many people like it, or welcome it, and when it comes well, how many of us can say that we’re truly prepared for it? Speaking for me, I don’t always love change. I find comfort in stability because I grew up not having much of it. Though I pride myself in being able to quickly adapt to new situations, and also happily eat the same thing for breakfast everyday, I think change is something that needs to happen.
   I welcome the change of seasons because I view them as a starting point. I love the idea of seeing everything around me die out and then in a few months time, become born again. I love spring because it symbolizes life and beginnings; but I love the winter because it brings about a new type of living that takes place indoors ninety-percent of the time. I love the summer because during that time, it feels as though there are endless possibilities, like the world is just waiting to be discovered all over again. I love the fall because that’s when I get the chance, if I missed it in the spring, to begin again; to begin school and sports, to start going to formal dinners and dressing up, to be professional and to hang up my swimsuit for good… well, okay — until the next summer.
Christy Turlington Burns by Arthur Elgort
Vogue December 1992

   Seasons are important because with them, we get a chance to explore. In the fall, we explore the change of weather and traditional pastimes from childhood-like apple-picking and jack-o-lantern carving. In the winter, we are brought closer together in celebration of holidays, in order to experience the first snowfall, or just to hide away from the cold. In the summer, we are free — free to follow the stars, free to swim with sharks in the ocean, and free from school or work commitments, though only for a little while. Finally comes the spring — a time where we can shelf our snow boots and happily put on our Hunter’s; when we can bear the harsh rain because through it all, we have the reassurance of sunshine; when we can look around at all of our classmates and know that we’ve almost made it to the end of another year and everything is going to be alright; because after all, school, like the seasons, is only temporary.
   Sure, I’ll admit that living in a world where everything is constant and the seasons were just an idea would be nice. However, I fear it’d get too boring. Even Los Angeles and Miami get rain and have temperature drops. Seasons keep things interesting. Before you go, I’d like to leave you all with this: with each season comes a new chapter to the story of our lives. The tone changes and the theme is elaborated. If there were only one season, our lives would be a constant monotone.

Christel xx
Features Editor + Chief Consultant

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