Sometimes, in dreams, Boston appears the same way it did during my first visit. The early-afternoon overcast purples of Government Center and the black matte buildings on Milk Street after dark.
Tonight I'm thinking about the pictures of other cities that live inside my mind. Snapshots of Volunteer Park on a lazy Saturday afternoon and standing outside a Capitol Hill theatre just off Broadway. And I remember him telling me how sometimes the Olympics will suddenly appear after months of rain and still manage to shock him.
biggest kiss...
...kristen