Running out to grab lunch on October 3, the unmistakable summer haze still hangs over the city for what will probably be the last time of the year. Although most of the city has transitioned to their fall clothing, the sun beating down this afternoon reminds us of the past couple months. This summer brought the nicest weather in my memory. Perhaps it was a purgatory after the hellish spring on Boylston Street.
This little heat wave is a nice escape from the oncoming calm melancholy of autumn. As the seasons change once again, Bostonians shed their quarterly cocoons to reemerge as someone just a little different.
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.)