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So its 2:40 AM and I was getting to sleep, but then I realized that I hadn't updated my blog as I had set out to do tonight, so here I am. I heart all those who read my blog, and I certainly don't wanna leave you guys hanging for too long.

I had a mystical experience running on the Charles River tonight. It was so warm, wonderful, and peaceful. The the combination of rapidly fading sunlight and growing moonlight made the river a deep purple hue, and the lit buildings on its banks were so beautiful that they seemed to be there for decoration. All over the place were people seeking the beauty and anonimity of the park at night. There were old married couples strolling along, holding hands. There were younger couples laying next to each other gazing at the man made stars of the Charles. There were groups of kids sitting in circles mischeviously passing around a lighted pipe. There were runners, walkers, and bikers secretly competing with one another in a great unspoken race with no end.

This didn't seem like Boston, it didn't feel like a city. It felt like we had been transported to some unearthly paradise, well lit and populated but still one with nature...still peaceful. When the people talked they seemed to get in close and whispered to each other, like people stealing a conversation in church. They recognized the sacredness of the place and the moment, and did not want to violate it with the vulgar shreiks of normal conversation. It was not a time and a place to spread gossip, to complain about tests, or to fight. It was a time to tell someone you love them, to reconcile with someone who'd upset you, and to have moments with your friends that you'll never forget.

I was in awe......