I think it’s cloudy but it’s one of those days when I can’t tell for sure. It’s warmer today, much warmer, and it’s supposed to hit 50.

I’m sure the warm weather won’t stick around for now, but it also means the cold weather is on its way out.

Sitting here, thinking about the rise and fall of Wordle, it came to me what really sparked about that game. It wasn’t the gameplay, or the letters that flipped in a satisfying, dramatic turn.

We wanted the community it created.

There we were, bonding over six guesses. Some days you did well and someone else did poorly; some days you did poorly and someone else did well.

But it was something we had in common, something that wasn’t life or death, something we could cheer or empathize.

Somehow its move to the NYT changed that. The atmosphere around the game morphed. The feeling that the game belonged to all of us was replaced with the very clear message that it belongs to the NYT and only the NYT.

The lesson remains. We wanted community.

So how do we find it next?

And while you contemplate that, have a great Wednesday.

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