A day in Boston...

Resting from a long

day exploring 

the city of Boston; 

surrounded by 

historic landmarks & buildings,

soaking in the 

importance & richness of 

the city's history

as I sip on a Cappuccino

from the Starbucks on 

the corner, 

trying to warm myself 

after being in the bitter cold;

skimming through the

pages of 

the old books I

purchased from 

an old used book shop

down the block-

another book about 

Leonardo da Vinci

[yes, I'm obsessed]

as well as 

Mark Twain's 

"Letters from Earth".

My body is glad

to be resting 

after walking down 

the long cobblestone

streets

all over Boston,

along the 

Freedom Trail,

stepping into 

history for 

a day... 

I often think

that I was meant 

to live in a different 

era... 

perhaps some 

ancient civilization...

this old soul

feels out of place

in the hustle & 

bustle

of the modern world.

where careers, success,

and making a name 

for oneself

take the forefront

against community, 

simplicity & relationships... 

where macbooks, iphones, 

& other new technology and

toys

become more exciting

& fulfilling

than 

the rush

of a waterfall,

the majesty & strength

of an oak tree, 

the silence

in the middle of

a forest,

the beauty

of a 

rose, 

the expanse

of an 

open field, 

the stillness

of a 

lake, 

the brilliance 

of 

the sun...