To the lighthouse!

Yesterday, it rained.

And rained.
And rained.
And it was a cold rain.

Something to miss about Cincinnati: Past May, the rain never makes you shiver.

However, walking downtown yesterday was quite an unexpected delight. The fog that settled over Boston after the rain dissipated was intensely thick; the kind of marshmellowy, saccharin white that you only read about in books but you don't think actually exists. A literary flight of fancy. Although the concrete valleys between the steel behemoths of the Financial District were relatively clear, looking up even 50 feet and the top of each building was being swallowed indecently by the fluffy mist. I was put in mind of being on a small, unsteady ship, and readily imagined trying to pilot my way through downtown, constantly afraid of being sunk by some treacherous spire of a floating skyscraper lurking in the lost clouds.

In further good news, Katherine has just arrived for the month! I will truck on over to Arlington for dinner tonight and hopefully enjoy a sumptuous meal with Mme. Schram and Vincent.

Looking forward to relaxing tonight before tomorrow, when Reunion begins.