Day 140: Boston scenes

Boston. Aged red brick and green copper roofs pierce the sky, asserting their authority. Cobblestone streets provide uneasy yet sturdy footing as you stroll the trail of history. A cool breeze blows through your clothes while the sun warms your skin. I cannot wait to return again.

Day 138: Stay Golden

We’re leaving early tomorrow morning for Taylor’s graduation from Boston College. My baby girl is all grown up. I’m stressing that I’ll be too hot or too cold and have no clothes. I’m sure I’ll bring too much. So is life. I’ll try to stay golden. Like Ponyboy.