細雨中，波士頓天際線顯得格外沉靜，雨絲把它清晰的輪廓沖洗出來，但是慢門卻又把水面上的倒影淡淡抹去。欄杆如邊界，隔開了我和它，我靜靜地站在這岸，仿佛只是一名過客。
In the gentle rain, Boston’s skyline appeared especially still. The raindrops washed her outlines into sharp clarity, yet the long exposure softly erased the reflections on the water. The railing stood like a boundary, separating me from her. I stood quietly on this shore, as if I were nothing more than a passing traveler.