It invariably happens, especially as we get older, that our favorite moments of a weekend in Boston are not in new restaurants or visiting Broadway shows, but rather the simple in-between moments caught in a quiet side street, or the sun-soaked afternoon spell in the bedroom while the first half of ‘Meet Me In St. Louis‘ plays. Is there a more perfect segue into the proper holiday season?
When we returned to the condo, we had a cup of Earl Grey tea. We watched the fountain outside, now still and quiet. And we simply breathed, taking in the moment.
A pause, then, in our narrative, in honor of that. Take your own moment now.
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