Every year, somewhere between when the leaves wither and fall, and the first snow begins to cover the ground, there is a moment in time where every morning brings amazingly beautiful sunrises and every evening equally stunning sunsets. People sometimes forget about this moment. It can pass a person by if they blink. There is always so much going on, so much to do, so many strings pulling away at our hearts and our minds, that we forget to stop. To stop and to look. There is an amazing transformation that takes place everyday in plain sight, wonderful hues of pink, deep red, orange, blue, green. Temporary masterpieces. Right in front of us. If we just stop, and look up.
on the road
It's Sunday morning and we have no plans. How nice!
A late summer afternoon Boston South Station, about to head west on the Commuter Rail
Walking through Boston, thinking about life. It is weird how those two feel strangely connected.
Paying it forward
The view from the deck of the Charles W. Morgan. She's visiting Boston for a few days, and I had the lucky privilege of an early-bird tour!
Ordinary things: but they mean I am settling into a new home. (Also, after three months, I finally have something to put my clothes in.)