After LA sun and palm trees, my first Boston walk called for additional layers: headband to cover the ears, extra sweater, scarf. And I needed all of it as I walked across the Mass Ave Bridge today. It still looks like winter here unless I go up close to the bare trees to find with my close up lens a tiny bud that promises more green and warmer weather on its way.Heading toward Central Square I passed this sculpture composed of math symbols formed together in the shape of a human. An opening in the sculpture—right where the heart might be—allowed me to walk inside the human form and look up through the character shapes at the bright sky. My first big welcome home hug was given by a work of art. It felt good to be back in the city where everyone is out walking, riding bicycles, carrying guitars on their backs. I love the congestion and the pace. And soon, very soon, the wave of our Red Sox nation will be swarming past my Fenway window. As I write this I hear a car alarm vibrating into the night air, a bus snorting out from its stop, a whisper of rubber on asphalt as cars speed along the Mass Pike. A dramatic change from Pasadena. Variety has always enlivened me.
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