The Old North Bridge

It was an abnormally warm December day today, around the 50s, I'd guess. No snow, sad for my Natalia, but a perfect day to explore the Old North Bridge in Concord. 

I wonder if there are any ghosts wandering the fields of the Old North Bridge? Even though the temps were rising, there was still the echo of a winter chill in the air, enough to bite the cheeks as we walked  over the paths that the colonial minutemen must have taken on that terrible day in April oh those many years ago. 

It was nice to get out of the house to walk off our heavy post-holiday meals. I'm so very happy to have my mother and father visiting with me. These holidays are so, so hard without my sister. Sometimes, I feel as if laughter was far way, on a different planet even. When my parents visit, it returns, and I can laugh long and loud. Laughter that is deep, that fills the room and echoes throughout the house. 

It was also good to get out for a bit as I've been staying cooped up playing through Jonathan Boakes terrifically spooky Dark Fall games. I've been creeped out, of course, but also inspired to explore the history-soaked places that I live so close to. I had so much fun playing around with filters for the photos that I took on my very old iPhone. I hope to get better with time.