I did this because I don’t understand how it is meteorologically possible.
I don’t even think Meteorological is a word, but I’m making it one. I love Boston to death, I truly do. I mean, look at the photograph I took above with the 14mm f/2.8 I rented out from BU’s College of Communication. You cannot deny that this city has some gorgeous views and tons of fun things to offer.
It’s downfall, though, is the weather. Now, I spent a great deal talking about the weather and how quickly it changes in this city two posts ago, but the one weather pattern I didn’t talk about, the one that is stagnant, is the wind. It is ALWAYS windy, especially on Commonwealth avenue, which is one gigantic wind tunnel. And it’s not even as though you can just turn around and have the wind at your back. No. On my ride to class, I’m pedaling into 45 mph winds. On my ride home in the opposite direction, I’m biking into the same winds. Even if I hadn’t had class in between, it still blows both ways, uphill and downhill, at the same time. All the time.
I Love you Boston, but I hate you. But I love you.
A note to the editors of my school’s newspaper:
When your campus has spent the entire year discussing how harmful jokes about rape and overall rape culture are after at least three women get assaulted on or near campus, the ACTUAL LAST THING YOU DO is publish an April Fools Edition filled with jokes about date rape, sexual assault, prostitution, and jokes supporting victim blaming.
OK so it’s not an animal, but it’s a tree in sweater vest so your argument is invalid.
Even bonsai’s get cold sometimes!