Boston's incomparable architecture mixed with the brilliant green and bright color of an east coast spring is a combination that hit me and made my spirit weak in gratitude for the day.
Even on our walk to the Boston Marathon bombing memorial in Copley Square, each tree, each plant was singing with new life, blossoming in breathtaking beauty.
When we reached the memorial, I was hit with a different kind of beauty.
There was a makeshift memorial, various, symbolic objects added by ordinary people. People just wanting to pour out their love, mourning, and support.
A place set aside for the four fatal victims.
It was so beautiful. So much beauty, it hurt.
A board and pens left so everyone can leave a message.
A closer look at the memorials for the four victims who were fatally wounded.
News vans still surrounded Copley Square
Tulips in front of Trinity Church, which overlooks the memorial.
More flowers by Trinity church in Copley Square.
An almost unbearably beautiful day, and I wouldn't have missed it for anything.