two months later.

i heard that the makeshift boston marathon bombing memorial comes down on tuesday, but i hadn't seen it yet. i finally got out there yesterday and it was absolutely moving. boston is my city and to see everyone come together like that and to see a memorial the size of this just form, seemingly out of nothing, is amazing. as far as i could see, life had resumed on boylston street, aside from the dozens of people silently milling about the hats and jerseys and running shoes, hundreds of running shoes, that lined a small section of copley square. at the finish line, a few tourists, or maybe locals, snapped pictures. it was settling to see it back to "normal"and it made me so proud to be a bostonian. or a 45-minutes-south-of-the-city-bostonian (;