In a Burst of Affection

It is one of those days when it is impossible not to love the city of Boston. The air feels like spring, there's not a cloud in the very, very blue sky, the dogwoods have suddenly exploded into blossom. Everyone has emerged, blinking, from the winter hibernation. The students are sprawled along every grassy area, the Charles is crowded with runners and bikers, and I just whipped my way down Storrow with the windows open. The Red Sox are at Fenway, and people are setting up their hat-selling stands, while the game-goers drift through Kenmore. Traffic is snarled with tourists who have no idea where they're going. 

I always love it here, even when it is the middle of winter and everybody is complaining. And I love it because eventually it gets to be like this, and I can't imagine ever living anywhere else.