04 May 2008
Boston in bloom
06/05/08 21:34
Downtown the streets are filled with curious hermits emerging from their dark and dampened homes to ponder the miracle that have stirred them in their winter's sleep. They walk about, heads reclining on pillows of hot air, softened by breezes blowing between towers of stone, dreaming of a summer that has now been prophesied. Pigeons alight at their feet, picking at crumbs of bread dropped in wonder long forgotten and soon remembered. A homeless wino sleeping on a bench in the park is jerked away by the crying of a child trying to escape the confinement of her stroller. Eyes blinded by the sun, temples throbbing with booze and heat, he staggers to his feet, sways dangerously for a moment or two, then falls to the ground like a holy man whose god had just stepped down from above. Change is upon him as it is upon us all. We breathe, and we breathe again.
Boston feels strangely like home. We are staying with friends from Denmark in their spacious house in Jamaica Plains, ten minutes by train from downtown. We rise with them and their son while the dew is still heavy on the grass, spending our days at leisure, lured from place to place by smells and sounds and sights - and by the power of our imagination. Every street corner, every row of trees, every glittering facade, holds the promise of experience, the challenge of all that has been, and all that is to come. Boston is in bloom, the world is ripe, and we are back on our feet with free mileage and no car.
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