Boston has a special place in my heart.
Last year, after an absence of over six months, traveling in Asia and a short stint in Las Vegas, I returned in June. It was the perfect time to come back; near-perfect weather conditions, or as perfect as New England will allow. Here summer begins, and a story is told through the changing seasons in Boston and the activities they come with.
The summer months are spent idle at the beach. Where friends, and friends of friends sneak beer in inconspicuous coolers. Where the day ends at the ice cream shop in the corner, hurriedly devouring a melting sundae.
An intimate show, at a nondescript bar
or at Fenway Park, taking in one of the greatest legends of our times, Paul McCartney as he indulges us with our favorite Beatles songs.
Even George Washington joins in the spirit of things and dons a Bruins jersey, in full support of their run for the Stanley Cup.
And the Fourth of July marks the summer in full swing.
Before long, the clouds roll in. The days are dimmer.
The colors of Autumn are everywhere.
Then almost suddenly, everything is white.
The frog pond finds its use.
And water freezes over.
All the while, the good times roll.
The cold never bothered us anyway.
But soon, hints of spring.
Colors return.
Spring is in bloom.
Time to hit the outdoors.
And make our way back to Fenway Park, for summer has returned.
Now, it’s time for somewhere new, and I’ve found myself in Honolulu.
Stay tuned. for more tales.
Joya of the World 