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.
2 comments:
I was born in DC. Everytime I get within 20 miles of the city, my heart starts racing, my palms get sweaty, and I feel electric.
I envy you your daily backdrop. What a beautiful place.
I think it is so cool you get to "commute" to such a historical place. To see those sights just on your way to work sounds so nice.
Better than driving on Interstates and looking at cornfields and barns(sigh). Thanks for the fabulous description.
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