It would be hard to imagine a better Labor Day weekend, except for it to last a few more days.
What made it memorable?
A 24 hour holiday, wandering around Boston with the family.
No schedule, no commitments, no urgency.
Lots of laughter.
Plentiful, delicious food and drink.
Beautiful sights: a full moon over the city, sailboats on the Charles River.
Perfect weather: warm in the sun, cool — even chilly — in the shade.
As the days shorten and the chill in the air turns cold, we will remember this snapshot of summer.
In this 24 x 7 world, there are still a few events that can interrupt the hectic pace of life, and do so in a nice way.
The latest winter storm moved through New England last night and this morning. The flakes started falling well after dark, sometime after 9 pm, and continued through most of this morning. We awoke to six or so inches on the ground and a steady snowfall, causing us to rethink our plans for the day. The morning service at church was cancelled, I deferred my trip to Peterborough, and Lori called off her drive to Manchester.
By this afternoon the sun will be out, the driveways and walkways shoveled, the streets and highways plowed. The unrelenting pace of life will resume.
This morning, though, for a few hours, we enjoyed a pause, unexpected and unplanned time for reflecting (and a blog post), dawdling over the paper, and catching up on a few untended items around the house.