On Boston’s best view.

Dearest Enthusiasms readers: Apologies for my extended, partly accidental absence! I am realizing now I had one failed send (wtf, boo!) and then, last week, my son had some minor surgery (a yay, actually!) and we were all in recovery mode with him. Anyways. I am back, but I never really left. The show goes on.

<3, J

I like that one of our most recognizable landmarks is named after a poet—though you’d hope, I guess, it’d say something more about us, civically speaking.

And still. In the fleeting moment when the train arcs its way over the Longfellow, emerging from underground and into the light, I can’t help but notice the fellow travelers—commuters, students, visitors, strangers all in transit—who lift their eyes, stoop down a bit to see. The skyline, the river, the sunrise, the rain, the river, the moon, whatever. Taking a second to admire it before we all go on our way.