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By matt f. |
Last Updated: October 14, 2003
I ventured away from my usual haven of Newton Campus, and headed towards the Boston Common. On my trip, I had to travel on the T – the one that left from Cleveland Circle because I knew it was the quickest way there. The T was fairly crowded because most of the people had gotten on the train between Riverside and Cleveland Circle. Each person seemed to be a loner, not looking or talking to anyone, just keeping their eyes glued to the window, their shoes, or a book or newspaper that interested them.
I finally got off the train at Kenmore Square and headed to the Boston Common via Newbury Street. Newbury Street was very exciting. Having been to New York City many times, the hustle and bustle of Newbury Street was more of what I thought a city to be. One of the things I noticed about this street was how most of the people seemed to be decked out just for the occasion of traversing this popular and prestigious street. The diversity of this street seemed unparallel to any other part of Boston I had been to. I saw people from all over the world, talking in different languages, dressed in different attire, and feeling comfortable at the same time. There did not seem to be any tension between anybody, and people wandered into stores and restaurants as they pleased.
Finally I made my way down to the end of Newbury Street and entered the Boston Common. This is a beautiful secluded piece of property that tried to make the city more like suburbia. It was a nice change of scenery, with trees reaching for the clouds, squirrels and chipmunks running around, flicking their tails erratically, people meandering the premises, and waterfowl lazily floating in the pond. I picked a tree to sit under near the pond and I began to take everything in. People were rollerblading along the brick paths, old and middle-aged couples relaxed on the benches overlooking the pond, while college kids threw Frisbees and footballs back and forth. The pond itself seemed rather murky, with a few swans swimming amongst some ducks. The pond was overlooked by a bridge that resembled a bridge leading into Manhattan – the only difference was that this bridge was meant for walking on. I noticed a stand far away from which a man was selling t-shirts with the words “Boston” and “Harvard” on them. As my eyes ventured higher, I saw that the leaves of the trees were starting to change colors. Then my eyes continued even higher, and I saw the looming clouds, thought that it was going to rain, and left the Common.
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