It was unseasonably warm which had families out in droves. Everyone was so excited to be there and the line at the skating rink in Boston Common was a long, patient one.
The sculptures were magnificent but drippy as the sun warmed them, softening their details. George Washington was having a difficult time crossing the Delaware, but the dolphins took the excess water in stride.
We watched the midnight fireworks from the harbor which was unique, but I envied the masses on the pier who were counting down the seconds only to break into a roar as the clock struck the hour. It was quiet on our boat. They didn't do a countdown or play Old Ang Syne. Next time, I want to be with them. 
