Today as I rode across the Potomac into DC, the river was frozen into a patchwork of ice floes of varying sizes in shades of gray to white. The Jefferson Memorial wore a white toupee of snow perched on the crown of its smooth ever-bald pate.
The escalators at the McPherson Square Metro station were making eerie sounds. Sounds like one may hear in a television special about whales communicating underwater. I found it oddly comforting.
I do so love winter.