Oak Street Hill

I like to end my short evening jaunts with a dash up the Oak Street Hill. It's one of those hills that they close off on snowy days because it's too steep to drive. The sidewalks have been engineered with concrete treads a foot a part for two blocks. It burns - in a good way when I really want to give it and in a bad way when I'm feeling a bit sluggish. But no matter whether I love or loathe the trip to the top, the top is the best. Not because I made it, but because when I turn around, just before I head down, there is a beautiful view of the city. It sparkles. And I can't tell whether I'm short of breathe because of the run or the awe.