There are still holiday lights in the trees.
I was walking through the Common late in the evening and noticed how pretty everything looked in the dark. The Massachusetts State House was lit, the Frog Pond glowed, and trees all down Beacon had a different color light wrapped around them like a rainbow row.
Work kept me late, but I was walking toward a late night massage. Not only did I happily anticipate my destination, but the path there was a clear one.