It has been a tough few days in Boston. Traditionally, a time when temperatures finally begin to cooperate, the sun begins to shine and the flowers return to brighten the city from a wintery daze was instead marked with terror and fear and essentially a lot of unknowns.
I despise using the word 'terror' especially in the same sentence as 'Boston' - my home. To cope, I found that it's important to seek any bits of normalcy during a time such as this. Despite what has happened in this city, the temperatures have finally begun to rise, the sun has poked through the clouds to warm the soil and the flowers have returned to brighten this city. A traditional Spring has arrived in Boston, and I welcome it with open arms.