Look up!

My husband was walking with me the other day and he said, "You know, sometimes I forget to look up." It's true. So do I. Amidst the fear of stepping in dog shit, avoiding insane men and the men that like to stare you down (as if staring at someone long enough would make them suddenly just go home with you), or just making sure a car isn't about to hit me, I often forget to look up. When you're in a city like Boston, it's amazing how just looking up a few feet can change your perspective on the place you live.

I love our area of Beacon Hill, most of the time. The college kids definitely get on my nerves with their left over pizza boxes, leaving their trash out on the street a day too early or late, and leaving their dog's poop by the front door. But if I just look up, I see the beauty that is New England all around me. The colonial row houses juxtaposed with the modern sky scrapers behind. The majestic chandeliers glittering in the windows of my rich neighbors. The leaves changing into vibrant yellow, reds and oranges and softly falling from the sky. The air is crisp, the wind is light and the view is rather nice.