Cambridge, MA in winter

I remember the dreary streets,
trash blowing along dingy gutters
the reddened cheeks wrapped in scarves
hands stuffed in pockets,
the grim faces, eyes down, no
one smiles here, they grumble to
cloudy skies and carry on somehow
to the next task, the next job,
responsibilities, no sign of ease,
so we leave this place, moving
west until we find the sun and a
smile, a warm handshake, a mountain
vista in the morning through a
sunny south-facing window.
we hope you come here one day
so we can share the same view.