The Rush Down The Trail

            They said to meet at the frog pond at 4:30. We were eating cannoli’s at a small bakery on the north side, and we were oblivious to the time. We were oblivious to deadline we had to meet. We asked the time at the front and… it was 4:05. We had 25 minutes to walk… or run at least a mile through a city none of us had ever been to.  

            We were running and running. Trying to keep track of the red line. The red line that was the only thing keeping us from getting lost in Boston. The line that had twist and turns, that had parts where it crossed streets without us knowing. The line that had dead ends and paths that lead to nowhere.

            It was 4:20. And we were at Faneuil hall. Which on our way up took us two hours to get to. Now we were sprinting. We didn’t even know where in the common the frog pond was. We ran and ran 90% sure we would be late.

            We finally reached the common. Not wanting to stop, even to check the time. Not even to ask where we were going. We just hunted for where we saw the famous swan boats we had heard so much about. Finally after circling what seemed like the entire common we spotted them. And ran to where we saw the other 40 people waiting. Staring at us while we ran. We finally sat down, noticing we weren't the last

group. Whispering to another group asking what time it was.
   4:29