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.
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