The long, dark days of Winter have finally retreated.
The Sun shines brightly and the breeze carries a delightfully delicate scent of flowers.
The Patriots are all lined up at the starting line, waiting to take the course.
Soon the streets will be decorated golden-yellow and bright blue,
The sounds of cheers will fill up the hilly terrain.
It has begun.
“Sweet Caroline” echos from the rowdy Fenway Fans,
As the racers tackle Heartbreak Hill.
Further down Boylston the winner proudly crosses the historic finish line and
I stand in awe of my surroundings, proud to have been born a part of all that is