Every evening brings a different light show over the Charles River.
Sometimes it also brings courageous goofballs onto the footbridge.
|Jump in, guys!|
Harvard’s ivory towers look on with pretty disdain.
On lucky nights, you can turn around, face the east, and see the moon rising over the Charles from the other side…. but tonight, that glowing orb is not the moon.
|It’s a blimp. Presumably over Fenway Park.|