Tugboat

Crossing over the Charles on the Red Line yesterday (Mind you, a very empty Red Line Train!), I found myself staring at a tugboat (at least that's what I'm calling it since I'm not overly familiar with boats). It doesn't sound so surprising, I suppose. A boat on a river... Cool. BUT, the arctic-like temperatures we've experienced this year have left the Charles as frozen as the Frog Pond. Happily, the weather has warmed in the past few days (we're talking 40 degrees and feeling like summer!) and I guess the ice is melting away.

Here I was, sitting on the T, watching the tugboat shredding its way through the ice. There was no other movement on the river, just this serene little boat sneaking up behind the Museum of Science. I was thinking about the effort required to form its path along the way. It left a narrowly gaping space of water behind between shores of frost-covered ice. You could see the path it left quite a ways in the direction of the Mass Ave Bridge. It was really quite beautiful.

It made me think a little about my life. I feel a bit like that tugboat right now. Moving slowly ahead in a direction -- maybe uncertain of what awaits on the other side of the city -- leaving a visible impact behind. Hopefully, one that's positive. I'm still mulling over that tugboat and wondering what's ahead.