Sometimes you need to take a long walk because it’s a Sunday in October and it’s 70 degrees and you can’t believe it because last Sunday it was a blizzard. A blizzard I tell you.
The trail along the Charles River from Watertown to Waltham meanders along under a splay of trees competing for color with plenty of lookout nooks to sit and watch the river flow by and the occasional duck making out with another duck.
And then, you happen upon the loveliest bridge and you feel like you’re in a corner of Denmark or Finland or somewhere with impressive European bridges that value form and function, but certainly not Watertown. And then you remember how great this little town is. You don’t need Denmark or the Millennium Bridge in London. You have the Blue Heron Bridge in Watertown and it’s as majestic as a blue heron and all the more special because it’s like discovering wildlife…of an architectural sort.