We live for the spring and the fall, and those first few weeks of summer. The rest we merely tolerate, but a winter is necessary in order for us to appreciate those beautiful days when they return. Such is the dreary state of a winter slumber in Boston. Even when the weather is not horrid, it’s still dull and brown and dirty until the freshness of spring comes back to paint the world green again.
For now, winter allows for a stark and barren landscape, which is better for revealing the architectural details of bare trees or buildings unobscured by leafy canopies. Things are more defined, and there is a different kind of beauty at work – a cold beauty, a hard beauty.
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