After our dinner, we decided to walk back to the condo, by way of the Public Garden. It will always be a place of comfort for me, no matter what. At night, it holds a different sort of enchantment, especially at the end of winter. The first spot of color on the willow offered a bright bit of hope. The line of ducklings made its way toward the water. The foot-bridge glowed in the midst of a sea of snow. And Washington stood sentry atop a very high horse.
