Drab: New England Winter Chic

On a recent evening, H and I were walking home late from a night out. Walking home late — from a bar at our nearest square, the T station, a friend’s house, it doesn’t matter — on a winter evening means we were walking on cracked gray sidewalk, swaddled in jackets, gloved hands shoved in pockets, shoulders and necks hunched to keep our chins inside our scarves. Winter in Boston is not a time or place for leisurely strolls with your beloved, hand-in-hand. Instead, you hunker inside your layers and try not to breathe too quickly, lest the cold dry air catch in your throat. At this time of the year I’m constantly getting nosebleeds when I walk off the frigid street into some superheated office or store. <a href="https://medium.com/weeds-wildflowers/drab-new-england-winter-chic-197c680518c2">Learn More</a>