Amy and I went to the M Street Southwest DMV Saturday morning, and had a much easier time there than we’d had at the Georgetown DMV the previous day. Afterward we went on a little hike around Theodore Roosevelt Island. Months of drought had left the soil dry, and the tide was very low, so there was a pervasive stink of mud around the weed-clogged river, and the marsh was reduced to a virtual trickle over a mess of old, soaked, broken branches. That, plus the cool, breezy, sunny day, gave a true in-between feel to the seasons.
