Walking in a winter cityland.

Tuesday night I had an adventure. The roomies weren't going to be home, and so I decided that what I wanted to do in an empty house was to curl up in my room with a book and some candy. Not just any candy, though. I wanted gummy grapefruit slices and swiss petite fruits. Delicious. Also, as far as I know, only available at Faneiul Hall. So I got home from work, walked to the T, and went. Got my candy, came back, spent twice as much traveling as I did actually getting the stuff, and went to curl up just like I wanted. Pure heaven.

Walking outside in the city was just beautiful. The snow was falling, but not heavily, and the trees still were lit from the holidays as the buildings towered over me and the ancient brick was slowly getting covered in snow. As I left the T station in Government Center, I held the door open for a woman and a small child. The woman was head to toe Gothy - black wide leg pants, black hoodie with a rock band on the front, hood up over her head, black nail polish, black chocker around her neck, and dark makeup on her face. She carried a little girl around her front, an adorable blondie around 2 and a half years old, dressed entirely in pink and purple and with her head buried in the woman's shoulder trying to keep her face away out of the wind. The woman, in turn, had her head resting on the head of the little, holding her tightly and keeping her warm, with such a subtle outpouring of love and affection coming from her stance and expression. It was such a beautiful sight with the two of them walking through the night in the snow, and such an interesting juxtoposition of light and dark and innocence, that it really struck me. If I had been more prepared, I would have had a camera, but who really prepares for random candy runs? Either way, I thought it was lovely, even if it could not be recorded.