In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"The sun is shining brightly through the window as I open my eyes. I touch the melting glass with one finger. The temperature seems to be going down. Maybe I'll be allowed outside today or tomorrow. It's a Tuesday, so I have to get dressed and go to school. I remember when I was really little this time of year we could play outside. It was the cold season and temperatures just touched 100 degrees. Now it's 130 degrees and mom says I have to use the tunnels. It's December 14, 2117--almost Christmas. In school we learn about sine and cosine in mathematics class and then we listen to the president's daily address at lunch. He too, says the temperatures are on the down swing. He also announces the date and time of the monthly dinner at his place. I wonder if mom and dad will be going. I wish they would take me. I'm very interested in what is going on, but they say it's too depressing for an eight-year-old. I have to wait a few more years until I'm older and can understand things better."
The Angle: Vol. 1991
, Article 23.
Available at: https://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol1991/iss1/23