We resume the wide-legged, graceless gait of New Englanders in winter, planting our broad-soled boots carefully, ready to steady ourselves if they start to slip on ice-and-snow covered walkways. We didn't expect to go far when we went out yesterday early afternoon, but the sun warmed things a bit, with air temperatures hovering around the freezing mark. We walked down to the Public Garden - alas, too open to the blustery winds to linger.
Then it got very cold. Wind chills dropped to the teens in the evening, the cold seeping through every crack in the old apartment. The space heater couldn't even keep up. This morning, it's still gray and cold, though the weather forecast shows a sun only partially ensconced in clouds. Maybe it'll still break through...
Tonight is First Night in Boston, home of the oldest First Night celebration. We'll bundle up and go out for the Grand Procession down Boylston Street beginning at 5:30 and maybe watch the "family fireworks" on the Common at 7. This year's First Night theme is "The Nature of Boston," which should make for interesting puppets and ice sculptures. It's unlikely we'll stay out much longer, leaving the events to the crowds. But hopefully we can get a few good photos from the evening.
Enjoy your New Year's celebrations, everyone! Stay safe and warm.