I’ve never quite appreciated the four seasons the way I do here in Boston. Living in New York, the winter was kind of long and the summer was kind of long. Both of them were hot. In Washington, the winter was short and the summer was long. In neither place did I notice the fall all that much. In New York, fall mostly meant going back to school. In Washington it meant fewer green trees and hot days.
Living here in Boston for some reason, I have a heightened sense of awareness of the seasons. The summers can be really hot, but they also mean I’m going to have a lot of fun. Winter means skiing. Spring means rain. And fall is just kind of relaxing. Fall is the quietest time of year. Kind of a time to just relax and hang out. In this case, by the Charles with your friends and one very photogenic and friendly dog: