Beacon Hill Blues: Rain, Rumors, and Really Weird Vibes
okay, so, let’s just get this out there. i’m running on fumes and lukewarm coffee. 5197079 and 1840003718… honestly, those numbers just keep swirling around in my head like a bad drum solo. i landed in Beacon Hill yesterday, and it’s… intense. like, aggressively intense. the air smells like wet stone and something vaguely floral, but also, like, regret.
I checked the weather - i just checked and it's...there right now, hope you like that kind of thing. 68% chance of persistent drizzle, a constant, low-level dampness that seeps into your bones. it’s not unpleasant, exactly, just… persistent. like a really insistent roommate.
I’m staying in this tiny place above a bakery - the smell of sourdough is both a blessing and a curse. it’s keeping me vaguely functional, but also making me crave carbs at 3 am. the guy who runs the bakery, Silas, he’s a real character. keeps muttering about lost recipes and the proper way to proof a levain. he gave me this cryptic warning: "Don’t trust the reflections in the fountain. They show you what you fear to see." Seriously.
I spent the afternoon wandering around, mostly just trying to avoid eye contact. Beacon Hill is all crooked cobblestone streets and brownstones that look like they’ve seen a thousand storms. it’s a maze, honestly. i almost ended up in a taxidermy shop - almost. i swear i heard a faint banjo playing from inside.
Someone told me that the old Blackwood estate is haunted by the ghost of a heartbroken poet. Apparently, he threw himself from the tower after his muse left him. I’m not saying I believe it, but… the place does have a certain melancholy vibe. I checked out TripAdvisor and Yelp - the reviews are… mixed. Mostly just people complaining about the parking. There’s a great little place for coffee though, ‘The Daily Grind’ - check it out: https://www.yelp.com/biz/the-daily-grind-beacon-hill.
I stumbled across this little antique shop, ‘Curios & Oddities,’ and it was a goldmine. Found a tarnished silver locket and a collection of vintage postcards. The shopkeeper, a woman named Esme, looked like she’d been collecting secrets for a lifetime. She wouldn’t tell me anything, just smiled and said, “Some things are best left undisturbed.” I heard that she used to be a stage magician. Wild.
I’m trying to get a feel for the neighborhood, you know? I’m thinking of hitting up the Beacon Hill Historical Society tomorrow - they have a fascinating exhibit on the city’s early days. https://www.beaconhillhistory.org/. If you get bored, Cambridge is just a short drive away. It’s a bit… academic, but the bookstores are decent.
Speaking of locals, I ran into a guy sketching in the park - a really intense, brooding type. He just stared at me for a minute, then started furiously sketching my boots. He mumbled something about “the weight of the world” and then walked off. Creepy, but also… kind of cool.
I’m also trying to capture the light. The way it hits the brick buildings at dusk is incredible. I’m hoping to get some good shots for my Instagram. (Don’t expect anything polished, okay? It’s all a bit chaotic right now.)
Pressure: 1020, humidity: 50, sea level: 1020, grnd level: 1003. It’s… stable. For now. I need more coffee. And maybe a therapist. Seriously, don’t trust the reflections in the fountain. You’ve been warned.
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