Snow haikus

Snow fell on Boston again this Friday. This time, no one mentioned it.  The kids went to school and everyone else shoveled off their cars and drove to work.

I met a fellow Loyola alum for lunch at Nix’s Mate, a restaurant in the Hilton on Broad Street, where they keep the wine glasses out at lunchtime. He confirmed that the Tuna Tartare Eggy Sandwich was the best sandwich he’s eaten, ever. Spicy tuna; tartare; fried egg; buttered wheat bread, toasted.

I got it. (Wouldn’t you?) It was delicious.  The perfect way to end the week.

Yesterday I went to a class at the Cambridge Center for Adult Education in Harvard Square. We talked about the words we like and the words we hate, and then we strung them together in surprising ways. And I kept looking outside at the people walking on the brick sidewalks, the blue sky and the snow melting into a stream.

At the end of the class, we each wrote a haiku. Here’s mine:

Snow piles on the street

corners. The gleaming product

of storms cleared away.

If you let it, structure can be a gateway to freedom.

Have a wonderful week.