Scene: Southwest Corridor Park ~ Autumn 1995
A few blocks from the corner where I once kissed a man.
The very first man I ever kissed.
Boston would be haunted in the best and most ravaging ways.
A long line of fallen brown leaves emits an aroma filled with life and decay, betraying a state between two worlds.
Dusk, slowly and insidiously draining color just before it drains the light, falls sweetly or sorrowfully, depending on the mood of the afternoon.
The danger of a whim or a capricious nature.
Falling prey to both before I ever learned to hunt.
Boston would be the one to raise me as a killer.
Boston would build me into a survivor.
And Boston would become my forever beloved.
