Watertown to Cambridge to Boston.

I hear my alarm clock, 10 A.M, I ignore it. I only set my alarm to keep from sleeping until 1 in the afternoon. I roll over on my side and look out my window adjacent to my bed. I can see my neighbor's white vinyl siding with black trim, their flowers bursting through their porch window. I can smell fresh clean cut grass, because I left m window open from the night before. The smell of smoke still lingers. I hop in the shower and get ready to go out. I race down my long staircase, kiss my brother goodbye, and off we go. I get in my Jeep. I love that car. I pick an album on my iTunes, pump up the air, and light a cigarette. As we go up the street you can see the Cunniff elementary school and cemetery. Then I turn left speeding down Highland Ave. All the houses are unique and have been here for years. No developments or subdivisions in sight. Now, we're in Watertown Square. You can see the Charles on the left. Birds, children, and dog walkers are crawling all over the place. It smells like nature. The exhaust from my car can't be noticed from the banks. I merge right and now we're in Cambridge. It's one of the most historical towns, other than Boston. We're racing toward Harvard Sq. There aren't any cops on this road ever. I'm gaining speed. The river whizzes by along with runners and cyclists. We're at the Salt and Pepper bridge. We call it that because the pillars look like shakers. Ahead you can see the Prudential building and the Citco sign, both huge landmarks for tourists and drunk college kids trying to stumble back to their dorms. Boston commons is up on our right, the traffic is unbearable. You an only go around because all the streets are one way. Boston is always bustling until 2 A.M. Not until then can you experience the tranquility of a city asleep.