Every year on this day, I think of Nick’s grandmother’s saying, “August is the beginning of winter.” Maybe in her Italian hometown of Grottaminarda it was, but not here in Massachusetts. Still, in the middle of brutal summer heat and humidity, it’s nice to look at a cold-weather photo like this one. I love the skating rink in the Boston Common even though I’ve never laced up and been on the ice. I just like watching. Like the idea of an outdoor rink in the shadows of skyscrapers. Love the squeals of the delighted kids, skating, falling, skating and falling again.
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