…where during the train rides you can find so many people reading books, savoring each and every word. Just going through the different titles in different hands is enough to pass the time. At times you wonder how that book is, and then there are times you’ve read it and all you can wonder about is how much that person is liking/disliking it.
…where during the train ride you also find amusement in the form of little ones being their naughty best. Climbing the support poles, jumping in and out seats, to their parents’ dismay, smiling that shy smile to melt the heart of anyone that’s watching.
…where during the train rides you find that the person sitting next to the person next to you is writing (with a pen, notebook and all that, yes!) intently. Wouldn’t you be ever so charmed by the sight of it? I know I was.
Also, where else other than Boston would you be able to spend an entire weekend morning/afternoon watching a live the game of Quidditch? The sight of the human Snitch, in its bright yellow suit, running and hiding, as the two Seekers calmly walking around the park, almost hand in hand, in the name of “seeking” is precious.
All in all, it’s always a pleasant to be in or even just think of Boston. Miss you, dear city!