The Horsemen On the Common

The past two days the sky was painted gray. All night the wind shook the branches and rattled the leaves. I could hear the the wind swooshing past my bedroom window. Light rain sprinkled early morning and wet the grass.

This morning I sat in the dark by the window. The morning chill crept away as the sun light moved between the leaves and oak branches as gentle as a mother held her sleeping baby in her arms.

I got off the train at Copley Square stop and walked along Boylston Street and cut across Boston Garden. It was so beautiful outside to be riding a train all the way to Park Street. I crossed Charles Street toward five aluminum horsemen. The first time I saw these horsemen 12 years ago.The horsemen reminded me of defeated soldiers returned from a battlefield. I asked a few people I knew then. Nobody seemed to know who these five soldiers were. One day, when I was at Public Library at Copley Square, I asked a gentleman at information service d counter. He told me about the partisans, freedom fighters during WW ll.

A few hundreds meter from the horsemen, a huge white  air balloon. I waited for a a while hoping there would be somebody would take a ride. A round big basket sat on the grass.   After twenty minutes I left the white balloon to catch a train home.

Comments

[anasalwa]

Murni,
Thank you for visiting my blog. That would be nice to float in the air and watch everything from the bird's eye view.
I went to visit your kiambang. They are lovely. Thank you Murni for being thoughtful.

[Murni]

Hello there:) I would love to get on that great white balloon.

I just put up the kiambang photo. Sorry it took me so long!