Was walking down Elm Street tonight after a late lunch at Christopher's (squash soup and a salad of greens, sun-dried tomatoes and a dreamy creamy goat cheese. Gosh, I'm still daydreaming about that cheese.) when I chanced to look west for the last bit of daylight. Saw suspended in the sky above the Porter Exchange two planets: Venus (for sure) and, further out, possibly Jupiter.
Made me smile to think how they looked like a slowed-down to stop version of planes waiting for landing clearance at Logan.