Well it's blizzarding in Boston - who wuda thunk it? It goes all winter without so much as a dusting and then bam. March is here and, finally, so is the snow. I doubt it'll stick around long enough for me to use my new skis but hey, at least snow looks nice. It gives the city a sort of semi-clean, pretty lens....until it turns grey and gross and I have to tromp across the BU bridge a mile to class and then sit through an hour and a half of lecture soaking wet and shivering...oh and my Columbia winter boots? Make me look like an australopithecus. Or a winter version of an Amazon woman. AKA... like I slayed an elk and stuck it on my foot. ...anyway. Today I was so die-hard about getting back on my running schedule I ignored the fact that I still have a little chest congestion and the fact that it's a white out and went for a nice jog over to my new favorite place to do track workouts - the Fens. You might ask...why go all the way to the Fens? What's more fun than doin...
I like geography best because mountains & rivers know the secret: Pay no attention to boundaries.