I love the way the winter sun shines on the bay in stark colourless streaks of white, black and gray..
I love the bite of the bitter wind, that burns my face and numbs my skin.
I love the perfectly asymmetrical skeletons of the trees, naked, bare and yet so steady and alive.
I love to walk in Boston. I love that Boston is a Walking city.
I love the deception of the bright, warm sun in a clear blue sky that creates the coldest temperatures.
I love seeing people in shorts and sandles in 50degree weather because we’re tough and 50 is a warm day up here.
I love the Baahston accent- where people drive Caahs, and have Wicked good chowdah.
I love that the temperature in Boston can be 19F, but feel like 3F.
I love the way the snow falls in Boston like little jewels of powdered sugar that lands on my face little a million little kisses. I reach out my hand to capture the wonder and beauty only to watch the wisps disapear into nothing but a cool damp breath on my hand.
I love how the seasons change in Boston- how the ebb and flow of people and energy changes with the colours of the leaves.
I love how each season makes you appreciate the last. Just as I wish to appreciate all I have in my life. Without taking anything for granted.
I love that my life is so full, so complete- and Boston is such a big part of that fulfillment.