Today was one of those grey dreary Sundays that you feel only Morrissey would love. I was feeling sorry for myself and rather restless so I decided to head out of the house to some mystery location that I’d choose on the train. I ended up sabotaging this laudable plan by focusing on my phone too much and missing all of the stations where I could have changed to a different line so I thought fuck it and carried on to Harvard.
Harvard is one of my favourite places in Boston (although technically it’s in the city of Cambridge across the river). The buildings are old by American standards and Harvard Yard in the middle is beautiful and well worth a visit. I wondered aimlessly around for 30 minutes not caring where I was going, always careful to avoid eye contact with tourists so that I didn’t get asked to take photos fifty thousand times. Some of the trees were guarding their summer colours skillfully but others were sliding inexorably into their autumn majesty.
Eventually I found a seat and watched two squirrels fight half-heartedly over their supplies. Idly I wondered if the squirrels judged the people with the selfie sticks in the same way I did or whether all humans look like idiots to them anyway. Eventually the squirrels left and I grew tired of judging people so I decided to leave too. I headed to Boston Common and had another stroll, cursing the mostly stubborn and thus un-photogenic trees but enjoying the cool autumn breeze and the weak sun. Sometimes it’s nice to have a quiet weekend and enjoy some time off from rushing and being sarcastic.