Brian's quite remarkable blog of wonder.

I'd like tonight to go into the official registry of happy memories. It is a Frostian moment. 1 AM. Snow is falling. The world is silent. The sky is orange. I'm walking along College St., at the intersection of Summit. Behind me to the East is a hill going down into quiet residential neighborhoods, my high school, my childhood. Ahead of me to the West is a hill going down into sparkling downtown, where I work and where my life now mostly takes place. It was a bit like surveying my entire life (thus far) from a bizarre, ageless, 1 AM perspective. The metaphor, however, was too perfect; so I decided to turn and head South.

I can't imagine living somewhere that isn't hilly.