In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer. ~ Camus (variant translation)
Because of the crystalline cold during the last few days where moisture seeps from the air and dusts the land with what appears to be snow but is in reality hoar-frost, I offer my favorite photo of Boston during the heat of the invincible summer that lies within me. I’ve tried to replicate it several times, but apparently just walking on a bridge near South Station is insufficient for the reflections to appear this vividly.
Even in the steaming heat of a summer day in Boston, where flesh ponders the coolness of the water so near (and yet so far) and you now know how a steamed lobster feels, there is beauty.