I live in Boston in a building that’s on Beacon Street near the top of Beacon hill. The building itself is not one of those lovely old remodeled brownstones with wavy old glass and a wrought iron fence. Rather it’s a large, rather unremarkable, brick job that was build from the start as apartments.
While our building may not be terrific to look at, its roof deck is a fine place to look out over the Back Bay area of the city. This morning’s weather forecast called for clear skies and I couldn’t resist going up on the roof to watch the sunrise.
While up there, the dawn was turning the Prudential and John Hancock towers into shining slabs of gridded light and the planes out of Logan Airport carved noisily into the clear morning air.
As I sat there watching, my gazed turned to a bunch of chimneys down the street and there was this big red shouldered hawk checking out Boston Common for breakfast. Amid all this urban landscape, nature’s creatures were still active.