"I don't want to leave."
I looked over at Corb, reclining in the leather couch next to me. He wiggled his toes and closed his eyes. "I know what you mean."
It was Saturday, and we were camped out at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston.
There had been a sudden change in plans. I was supposed to have been traveling to Vermont that week-end, to speak at a meeting today. The thought had been for Corb to come along with me on my traveling day, so that we could have a day away from the kids, away from reality. It would have been our first day away in well over a year.
Things changed on Friday, however, due to the snow. I learned at the last minute that the meeting had been cancelled, possibly rescheduled for March. So, to keep our spirits up, we had decided to spend a day in Boston on the cheap. A pass picked up from the Eldredge library, letting us get in to MFA for five dollars a head. A drive in and then a subway ride from Quincy Adams (we found a way to avoid the seven dollar parking fee). Dinner at a diner.
It had been a lovely day, and well worth the effort. But the best part of the day?
Sitting in the comfy couches inside the museum, at around 5:45, just as the museum was about to close. Listening to the voices of the other patrons echoing around us, the jingle of the keys as a security guard moved around and started locking things up. Sounds of the staff as they started setting up for an event last night. Looking up at the ceiling, looking at the art deco Roman figures that stared down art us.
"Do you think they'd notice if we just stayed here after they'd close up?" I asked.
"Yeah, they probably would. Besides, if we don't leave here soon, I'm going to totally fall asleep."
"And that would be a bad thing?"
"Not really." A pause. "Although everything comes to life at night. You up for that?"
"I don't want to go back to reality," I said to Corb, and shut my eyes.
From the darkness. "Neither do I."
Random scenes from the trip...
Taken while resting on the couch, wishing for escape.