Honorable Mention
The din of traffic rumbling over the Charlestown bridge rudely intruded into my lunch, but the breeze was cool off the Charles and I could see the masts on Old Ironsides just across the water. I leaned on the Harborwalk railing, exhaled and let my focus go soft. Looking down to lazily crumble my leftover sandwich crust into the water, I realized there wasn’t just traffic on the bridge. Hundreds of Moon Jellyfish pulsed just under the silver, rippled surface; drifting slowly, steadily to the ocean. Dime-to-foot diameter creatures trailing ragged strings, thrummed in a quiet, ordered chaos.
Chandreyee Lahiri, 47 Years old,
North End.