Heading West
Heading west after several wonderful days. First a couple of days of adventuring in and around Boston--I'd thought that I wouldn't get to see Boston at all this year, but the friends I was with suggested Bunker Hill and environs. That was excellent--we walked down to the Constitution, and back again, and the next day we spent in the Museum of Fine Art. The day after that, marching along the Lexington-Concord Path, noting the battle sites. It was cloudy and windy! But my joints did ache, alas.
Then they handed me off to
asakiyume, after a lovely time over tea and munchies, and thanks to her, I had two more splendid days. One pleasant, cloudy and rainy morning, we visited the reservoir above Holyoke, Mass.
The air was so still, the water so quiet, we could see the long wake spinning behind some white ducks far, far out in the distance. But as rain began moving toward us, the breeze rose imperceptibly, ruffling over the water. I had to take this picture--it looked to me like a Japanese print. (click to embiggen to really get the effect.)
We wrote together, and read; the morning of my departure, we traded off reading aloud Marissa Lingen's new story in Beneath Ceaseless Skies as we had lunch. Then she very kindly drove me to the station in Springfield and stayed until I got on the bus; the new terminal was very confusing, and the bus in an odd place. I might have easily gotten as turned around as I had in New York on my own.
The weather was splendid, it felt like the exhilarating fifties, and rain! More rain in three days than I've seen in years.
So now it's writing and reading time. If I get to Chicago with enough layover hours I might get in one last adventure.
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Then they handed me off to
asakiyume, after a lovely time over tea and munchies, and thanks to her, I had two more splendid days. One pleasant, cloudy and rainy morning, we visited the reservoir above Holyoke, Mass.
The air was so still, the water so quiet, we could see the long wake spinning behind some white ducks far, far out in the distance. But as rain began moving toward us, the breeze rose imperceptibly, ruffling over the water. I had to take this picture--it looked to me like a Japanese print. (click to embiggen to really get the effect.)
We wrote together, and read; the morning of my departure, we traded off reading aloud Marissa Lingen's new story in Beneath Ceaseless Skies as we had lunch. Then she very kindly drove me to the station in Springfield and stayed until I got on the bus; the new terminal was very confusing, and the bus in an odd place. I might have easily gotten as turned around as I had in New York on my own.
The weather was splendid, it felt like the exhilarating fifties, and rain! More rain in three days than I've seen in years.
So now it's writing and reading time. If I get to Chicago with enough layover hours I might get in one last adventure.
This entry was originally posted at https://sartorias.dreamwidth.org/966745.html. Please comment there using OpenID.