When a brush with a witch occurs, I think you carry a bit of that magic with you. Whether a protective talisman, a charm of safe passage, or some dark bit of pixie dust that keeps others at bay, this magic works in different ways. As we sought out a place for a late dinner – one that was getting later by the hour – we followed another woman up a bridge and down into the depths of Lolita.
We started under the rainbow, a fitting turn of events that tumbled us upside down and left us disoriented and turned all around. There was no more pretending it wasn’t dark out, but as is the case at this point in these sorts of stories, we didn’t feel afraid. It was an adventure, and in the dark environs of Lolita we had some sparkling water and regained our composure.
Refreshed and hydrated, we crossed another bridge and made our way to Nebo, which had available tables outside, so we took one and ordered our long-awaited dinner. An opener of octopus made it more than worth the wait – and the walk – as did the lasagna. Perhaps a little too satiated, we began the long walk home on feet that were too old to be walking that much, but I insisted we try burning some of the meal off.
Our path brought us back along the Boston Public Garden, a place of comfort and peace even (and sometimes especially) in the evening. We paused at the angel, as bewitching and beguiling as any other entity in the city. If there was magic here, may it rub off on us. We need the help.
It was approaching midnight, and we took cover for the rest of the way home along the Commonwealth Mall. The cover of trees led us back to the condo, where I rushed in just as midnight began its dozen rings. Collapsing like Cinderella, Kira’s feet were done in from the walk and the sandals, so I heated a bucket of water and added some essential oils and Aveda soap for a soak while I took a quick shower. We would sleep well, under the spell of a magical day in Boston.
