For the past month, at least three days each week, the path to my destination involved a short walk along which I crossed the Charles River. Until this week, the river’s flow has been trapped under a sheet of ice. And every time I cross and look at the sight, I think of the Faust [...]
The Grumpy Writer’s Grumps
Picnic on a Thawing River
For the past month, at least three days each week, the path to my destination involved a short walk along which I crossed the Charles River. Until this week, the river’s flow has been trapped under a sheet of ice. And every time I cross and look at the sight, I think of the Faust [...]