Record highs spread over the northeast states. I am completely in love with these summerlike days in Boston. A sunny last glance at a city that I have come to regard as intensely lovely to visit, and without the sharp edges of, say New York or Chicago.
We have a full day of events before us. But the day commences for me with a glance at the river, at the rowers on the Charles.
Let them exert their energies in the early hours. I’m sitting back and having a contemplative moment. Thinking about generations of family: daughters, a mother, a grandmother, and about the passing of time, about this coming together for a brief interlude, before we all retreat into our corners again, thousands of miles apart.