When planning for our Valentine's Day (hope you had a happy one, by the way), I had this vision of walking around Boston Common, twinkling lights all around, with S of course, just enjoying the dark and the big, big night all around us. I was so sad when I rationalized that sub-freezing temperatures would make this daydream so much worse in real life. I figured there was no point in trying to make something romantic when it would inevitably turn out to be dissapointing, so we made other plans.
However, come Vday, S and I realized that in fact, it was temperate outside. In fact, it was downright nice - cool, with some wind and some intermittment drops of rain. Kind of like a pensive fall evening, just in February.
So we got our Common stroll, twinkle lights and all, thanks to the frog pond/ice rink lined with sparkly white tree lights and the tall buildings all around us (courtesy).
We strolled down the old brick walks of Beacon Hill, coffee and cider in hand, and took in the city(courtesy).
It was reminiscent of when we'd take long walks in the middle of the night in Baltimore, just walking and talking, walking and talking, getting to know each other before we knew if we'd work out at all. I know, thank goodness we were safe! But I tend to think that when you are in love with a place, like Baltimore and now Boston, it's an altogether comforting place to be, even at midnight.
We strolled down the old brick walks of Beacon Hill, coffee and cider in hand, and took in the city(courtesy). In honor of the holiday, I thought I'd share a little piece of a song I wrote last year. It's called Salvation, and it's about the sacred nature of the material world, even if our place in it is fleeting, while our place in the spiritual world is eternal. Kind of like Valentine's Day, I feel like our time on earth is so short, just a brief opportunity to give and receive love in a tangible way.
"We might not have so much
But we have more than we need
With trickets forged from memories
And blooms we grew from seed"
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