I know, I know drawing on buildings is frowned on but, I would contend that this chalk landscape on our grungy Park Street subway entrance is someone’s desire to make the place a little happier and to a large extent they succeeded.
This is the fountain in the middle of the Frog Pond, Boston’s favorite wading pool. On any given summer day, it’s surrounded by happy kids. It’s always a very happy place.
For the last few hot and steamy days, the cooling spray of the Frog Pond fountain has provided hundreds of local youngsters a happy relief. Standing on the edge of this splashing joyful gathering yesterday I wished I was 5 years old again. Come to think of it, sitting here today writing this I wish the same thing.
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We’re in Petaluma currently. It’s a lovely, funky little city about an hour north of San Francisco. At 8 in the morning we we headed out to breakfast. As we were waithing for the restaurant to open its door, this lovely coupled came up and was waiting too. It was their 40th wedding anniversary and they looked radiantly happy.
Of course what they wore gave a clue that something special was going on. (They leave for Hawaii tomorrow.)
A mellow day, warmish and dry. People were happy with themselves and with each other.
Damn it feels SO good to see this occasionally.