This past weekend was The Head of the Charles Regatta at Harvard. Annually people gather to walk along the riverbank, watch the boats move languidly along the water. Everyone is dressed in jeans, tan jackets, wrapped in scarves, looking like an LLBean catalog. There is an unusually high proportion of tall, good-looking men with steel jaws and fair hair. I attribute this to New England’s staggering population of ex-rowers.
The weather was beautiful – crisp, clean – autumn to the fullest! My best friend Lisette (H ‘08, TFA ‘10) came up from Miami to spend the weekend. We purchased disposable cameras and snapped up the day.
October in New England is by far the most beautiful time of the year. But, like this past weekend, as with anything so perfect (falling in love, a blazing sunset, a first kiss) – it passes astonishingly quickly. Just as it reaches its fullest, most brilliant height, it is gone!
