love this city

you walk down uneven bits of cobbled streets,
past red-brick homes full of coziness.
this city is the epitome of fall.
and i miss it.

walking is never tiresome.
it beats with history, tradition, and family.

i dream of living in one of these penthouses...
waking up every morning to walk the centuries-old
neighborhood past centuries-old homes
to warm cafes and weathered bookstores...

perhaps this here would be my little place.
solid. welcoming. warming.

i really can't imagine a dreamier {big} city.
missing my annual trip this year...

maybe next year, boston, i'll come back again.
i sure hope so.

{photos by cj. october 2007}