Boston, late autumn dawn

The sun shines off the red tiles of Trinity Church across the plaza, and on the tiled roof of the Boston Public Library directly below our window.   Across Back Bay the Charles River is just a little choppy.  It's early on a Saturday morning, and the streets haven't come alive yet; just a few cars and cabs making their way.

It's been such a treat these past two years, and particularly this fall, to get to know this city a bit.  For a true patriot, this is sacred ground.  In these days, when it appears that the ideals of the country that I love are slipping further from our grasp, it is good to spend some time here, to remember how difficult the struggle has been, and how hard fought it will continue to be.  I am not willing to give up.