Strange how a vast, frozen continent most of us will never step foot on still feels oddly symbolic — almost like a mirror held up to humanity, asking whether we’re capable of restraint. Today marks 66 years since the signing of the Antarctic Treaty, a document agreed upon in 1959 at the height of Cold War suspicion, when nuclear stockpiles grew faster than trust. And yet, somehow, Antarctica became the exception.

Funny how a date on the calendar can feel like just another square until you press on it a little and suddenly it opens up like a filing cabinet drawer. November 30 has carried some pretty weighty stories through history — the kind that reshape borders, rewrite culture, or simply shift the rhythm of a nation. It’s not loud like a major holiday, not sparkly or ceremonial by default, yet it has teeth.